Empty and dark room with poor furnishings
The big and old cupboard, with spiders hanging on webs
Dusty bed sheets, lying unused for several years
Used papers piled up randomly, and yes, my broken tape


I quietly rest my body, in the small corner of the pillar
Impatiently feel my pockets, here it is", I say
Carefully I take it out from my pocket, and now ready
On between my fingers, it will now be honored to stay


The un lively creature, in now ready to be alive
Ready to shine faintly in my heaven
With a ignite, it has now risen up
Head shining red and tail exhaling white smoke


My companion is with me now, in my paradise
I stay calmly take my first puff, relaxed
Today, every single puff is being better and better
Every white smoke, entering my body, tranquilizing my mind


Triangular openings, disgracefully letting silvery moon /light inside
And my smoke, rising miraculously in those light
Spiders feeling safe, excitedly watching me
Their web hanging care freely in my heaven


But tomorrow, something unexpected will happen
Spider, your laboriously mended webs
My lively and dearest dark room, my heaven
Will no more stands on this world
Every single thing and every single being
Will be perished, perished from the feast of life


Tomorrow on wards, the earth in taking along rest
Nothing will stand upon her, nothing will displease her
No plants, no animal, no living races, nothing at all
Will appear around her for several thousands of years


And I take a peep outside, from my narrow window
There they are dirty fellows, big sinners, crying a rain cry
Like a swarm of bees, they’ve gathered on the road
Embracing each other, their last embrace as a human race


I and my companion are still relieving
Isolated from the world, we kiss each other
Sometimes emotional, sometimes lunatic
We are happy, happy to bid a bye from our life


Now my cigarette in slowly being weak and feeble
He can no more carry on further with me
Because we can no longer please each other
Deeply silently, and unexpressive today,
MY LAST CIGERATTE