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Where mouths seek electrical tape, and smoke serves as food; where folks wait for alimony checks,

Or for the cops at the entrance—agents asking: "Who the hell are you to them?"

It’s a place where intrigues are spun like spiderwebs by the establishment.

There, sooner or later, we’ll all take turns trying on that black ribbon.

Some here would ruthlessly kill for a coin—one moment you’re here, the next you’re a corpse.

Sometimes fate grants no chance to start living by a new code.

Even if you yearn desperately to breathe freely, they won't give you the damn chance—

Especially if you’ve suddenly summoned a comet onto your peaceful lawn, in the form of a crushing blow from fate.

Some here went gray with grief in a single day;

Others just sat around, spouted off nonsense, and spun their wheels doing nothing.

In these dark times, the predator sees clearly in the gloom—

While others have squandered so many opportunities, and now find themselves...

In a "wooden jacket"—a coffin—which some poor bastard had already half-tried on while he was still alive.

Where did those weeks fly off to?

That "wooden jacket"—some never even got to wear it after death;

Those who are gone forever... yet live on in our hearts.

In a "wooden jacket"—a coffin—which some poor bastard had already half-tried on while he was still alive.

Where did those weeks fly off to?

That "wooden jacket"—some never even got to wear it after death;

Those who are gone forever... yet live on in our hearts.

Some here are spinning further and further out of control on the sharp turns of life;

They don't tame the wilderness, but merely paint "vivid still-lifes" across the hungry, empty canvases of existence.

Here, people rush about their business through the rain-slicked city, as if trudging through cold, dead swamps.

The people's problems boil down to this: how not to end up hungry and jobless—

How to avoid being the gray-bearded fool who ends up wearing that "wooden jacket."

It’s a place where things are often topsy-turvy—where the "aristocrat" turns out to be a mongrel, a total phony.

Where one must be both brutally direct and cunningly evasive—in a world where everyone is climbing over heads just to gasp for air. Useless words—yet we’re never at a loss for words;

We view things soberly: we won’t call your product a benchmark.

The knights of rhyme are forever locked in battle with the multi-headed dragon within themselves.

Look at the armor you’re encased in; stay vigilant and ready—

Even when the landscape is 100% familiar to you:

The houses, shops, and balconies of a city where an endless tug-of-war plays out.

Time is short; it shows no mercy—for Time’s mother is Old Age, and it has caught up.

Time is short; it shows no mercy—for Time’s mother is Old Age, and it has caught up.

Time is short; it shows no mercy—for Time’s mother is Old Age, and it has caught up.

Time is short; it shows no mercy—for Time’s mother...

The wooden jacket—that asshole had already tried it on for size while he was still alive.

Where did the weeks fly off to?

The wooden jacket—they never even put it on him after death;

For those who are gone forever... yes, they remain in our hearts.

The wooden jacket—that asshole had already tried it on for size while he was still alive.

Where did the weeks fly off to?

The wooden jacket—they never even put it on him after death;

For those who are gone forever... yes, they remain in our hearts.