Soon the Century ends, how the Century’s short;
You are waiting for it, are you not?
But it snowed today and to you I can’t get
Not leaving a trace; and my trace is in vain…
There is a party today in the comfort of home,
In our absence the party is fine;
Here somebody came, and brought someone along,
But They are They, You are You, I am I.
And by chance in this world happens nothing at all,
Of my life I should never complain.
He is playing for all; you are playing for him,
But for you there is no one to play.
And I am asking of you: should your house be full
Of velvet and silk and of ivory chests,
To forget and forgive - me, for how I’ve lived,
And for being a lousy guest.
I’ll get drunk as a pig; fall asleep on the floor;
With your friends I am always amiss.
Though I never knew how to be the first of them all,
Being second was never for me.
And by chance in this world happens nothing at all,
Of my life I should never complain.
He is playing for all; you are playing for him,
If you let me, for you I will play.