Pierre

Pierre

It's dawned on me suddenly

And for no obvious reason

That I can't go on

Living as I am

The zest of life has vanished

Only the skeleton remains

Unexpectedly vile

I used to better

I used to better

I used to better

I used to better

I used to better

I used to better

All

Oh

Pierre

Our married feasting crank

Our most dear

Most kind

Most smart and eccentric

A warmhearted russian of the oldschool

His purse is always empty

Because it's open to all

Oh pierre

Just one of a hundred sad old men

Living out their final days in moscow

Pierre

I drink too much

Right now

My friend fights and bleeds

And I sit at home and read

Hours at a time

Hours at my screen

Anything

Anything

Abandoned to distraction

In order to forget

We waste our lives

Drowning in wine

I never thought that I'd end up like this

I used to better

And the women

They all pity me

Because I'm married

But not in love

Frozen at the center

Women

Il est charmant

Il n'a pas de sexe

He is charming

He has no s*x

All

Oh

Pierre

Our married feasting crank

Our most dear

Most kind

Most smart and eccentric

A warmhearted russian of the oldschool

His purse is always empty

Because it's open to all

Oh pierre

Just one of a hundred sad old men

Living out their final days in moscow

Pierre

There's a ringing my head

There's a sickness in the world

And everyone knows

But pretends that they don't see

Oh

I'll sort it out later

But later never comes

Pierre men

And how many men before

Good russian men

Believing in goodness and truth

Pierre

Entered that door

With all their teeth and hair

And left it toothless and bald

You empty and stupid

Contented fellows

Satisfied with your place

I'm different from you

I'm different from you

I still want to do something

Or do you struggle too

I pity you

I pity me

I pity you

I pity you

I pity me

I pity you

All

Ahh