Never mind
that I'm poor
and alone
As evening
draws near in
wintertime.
In my day I
had my share
of love
affairs,
Hankered after
fame, women
and money
Until I found
out what the
score was in
life.
Why all this
sadness, these
regrets?
Is it because
we're going to
die?
Did we ever do
anything in
this world
Except commit
sins of all
sorts?
When we die
the world will
be rid of
filth,
Death will
turn us into
good men at
last.
Lust for fame,
women and
money -
We're bound to
forget all
that when we
die.
