DESTINY

While you are dealing the cards, your face is stoney and noble,
You observe your victim like a sphynx.
I escape to the casino table,
Because I don't have much left,
Just an an old family heirloom ring
And very little hope
That I shall avoid seeing you in the croupier's uniform,
Or the habit of a butler
Who is serving death.

My place is at the casino table.
The emptier my pockets,
The hungrier my passion.
I've heard the restless voice of a gambler:
"Perhaps I shall once manage
To deceive destiny... Perhaps..."
And the voice vanishes in the echo of many a gambler's sigh.

You once again decided to scourge me,
Your shiny hand throws the white ball.
Who knows whose bones this white ball was made of,
This ball that dances so seductively
In front of the inebriated man's eyes?
Will my bones end up
In its white interior tomorrow?

It didn't take you long, destiny,
To throw me out into the street
With an empty wallet and a vacant gaze.
Now I stare into this empty night,
And death awaits below the old oak tree
That has accusingly raised its bare branches
Into this empty night.
Do not wear the black butler's suit, destiny,
Let death wait.

I know you will comply, destiny,
You don't like those who play it safe,
Because there is me in you,
And there is you in me.
Throw another one, destiny!