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The Gambler

The man sitting before me
Holds his cards in his fingers
Certainty has deserted his life.
 
While he looks at his hand
He hears a noise in the crowd
Tonight, deaths army beckons him.
 
He knows the law of this mortal game
Fate draws us and we leave
Tonight, his destiny is fulfilled
 
Why should it be me
Who kills him on the kings square
I was raised by him, he taught me everything
And the wind veers to the north
And the wind veers to the south
Tonight, the master is dead.
 
That is the way life is
A fine morning, one loses the deal, farewell
 
Far off the a chime rings
From his pocket, he takes a pencil
He wants to prove that all is not written
 
But his poor hand only gets to
Trace two “l’s” and two “i’s”
Which make the word “Lili”
 
Once again he sees this dark haired girl
With fiery eyes, in the mist
She was much better than this accursed square
 
She was as beautiful as all the queens
Who give man his strength and his sorrow
He has lost, the king is bruised as well
 
And the wind veers to the north
And the wind veers to the south
Tonight, the master is dead.
 
That is the way life is
A fine morning, one loses the deal, farewell
 
And it is my master that I kill
He who knew the virtues
Of the game of death, violence and darkness
 
See how our cards are falling
And how his heart stops beating
farewell, Lili, the game is finally over
 
And the wind veers to the north
And the wind veers to the south
Tonight, the master is dead.
 
That is the way life is
A fine morning, one loses the deal, farewell
 
That is the way life is
A fine morning, one loses the deal, farewell
 
 
(c) Thierry Séchan,
Translation by MarK Bunbury, Ireland, 10/2000
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