Декаданс [Dekadans] [English translation]

Oh decadence, chance encounters,

A Preferans table, burning candles,

A record player is on'

The gentiles sit listening to Sting.

Rum is flowing freely and so is cocaine,

On yellow fingers, into narrow nostrils.

You suggest leaving together.

Too late, lovely lady, it's too late.

You whisper into my ear that round the corner

A shiny black Rolls-Royce is waiting for us.

It will take us to the airfield

Via a languid road scattered with roses.

And at the end of the road there is your airplane,

A scary, wild, wondrous bird.

The pilot is nodding off, he is dreaming of cancan,

He urges us to hurry up.

Morning graced the east with its warm rays.

"Come on!" you exclaimed. "Let's fly out!"

But the purple rays suddenly lit up my face,

And you turned white.

"What!" you screamed. "Are you a Jew?

I'd rather you put a bullet through my heart!

You have ruined me, you're a villain!

You have deceived me, you have deceived me!

You have poisoned my young brain!

You have trampled my edelweiss flowers!

Get lost, you mangy monster!

Go shave off your kike side-locks!"

I replied to you: "Madam, you're a courtesan,

A fallen woman, a pathetic gentile.

Fly away alone, then,

We have nothing more to talk about.

I will go back to the place where they eat death

And draw life from crystal glasses.

Nothing is impossible there,

It's not much, but it means a lot.

There is decadence, chance encounters,

The sun is putting out unneeded candles.

I will put a record on the record player

And shoot myself as Sting's music is playing!"

We'll be together tonight!

• Artist:Agatha Christie