Candles trickle and drown

The parquet ancient floor,

On the shoulders, flows down

The epaulets’ silver ore.

Golden wine effervesces

In the goblet and view...

All the past goes away with, the past goes away with,

Frees the room for a new.

Having felt sheer boredom

From the death’s ruthless eye,

Scared stags bound forward

Toward the hunters’ true fire.

At a person who’s blameless,

Someone lays the gun tube...

All the past goes away with, the past goes away with,

At the door, stands a new.

Someone gloating and narrow,

With the evil joy, aims

Razor-sharp poisonous arrows

At the sunset’s red flame.

In the melodies’ tempest,

Threadbare notes renew...

All the past goes away with, the past goes away with,

On its place, goes a new.