So smoky - the mirrors are dim as if frosted,
I hardly can see mates that play in my band.
The couples don’t dance any longer, exhausted,
I’m choked, it’s hot, but I’ll sing to the end!

The last tune begins to exhaust
And gall us.
The wine in my goblet has lost
Its colors.

My wish to be singing would shrink
And pass,
I guess, I would rather just drink
My glass.

I fear - we’ll see no sun half a year,
The souls get icy and life doesn’t fizz;
It’s silly to wait for the sun to appear
And memories don’t heat you up when you freeze!

The last tune begins to exhaust
And gall us.
The wine in my goblet has lost
Its colors.

My wish to be singing would shrink
And pass,
I guess, I would rather just drink
My glass.

The band slips, they play out of key as I’m singing,
A circle around me is closing tight.
But steady! I must leave the stage, broadly grinning,
I’ll sing to the end in this smoke tonight!

The last tune begins to exhaust
And gall us,
The wine in my goblet has lost
Its colors.

My wish to be singing would shrink
And pass.
I guess, I would rather just drink
My glass!