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,
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,
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,
On its place, goes a new.