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 be better

I used to be better

I used to be better

I used to be better

I used to be better

I used to be better

♪

Oh, Pierre, Our merry feasting crank

Our most dear, most kind,

Most smart and eccentric

A warm-hearted Russian of the old school

His purse is always empty

'Cause it's open to all

Oh, Pierre

Just one of a hundred sad old men

Living out their final days in Moscow

♪

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 be better

And the women, they all pity me

'Cause I'm married

But not in love

Frozen at the center

Il est charmant; il n'a pas de sexe

He is charming; he has no sex

Oh, Pierre, Our merry feasting crank

Our most dear, most kind,

Most smart and eccentric

A warm-hearted Russian of the old school

His purse is always empty

'Cause it's open to all

Oh, Pierre

Just one of a hundred sad old men

Living out their final days in Moscow

There's a ringing in 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

And how many men before

Good Russian men

Believing in goodness and truth

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

Ahhh