Y Se Le Quema La Casa



Homage to Francisco Goya y Lucientes

by Pavel Chichhikov

The chair is on fire

As he sits in the chair in his nightshirt

To smoke the last pipe of the evening

The house is on fire

And he smiles because he feels good

And the nightcap has smoothed his spirit

The house is on fire and the rafters are smoking

And the walls turn hot with repressing heat

While he thinks: Did I lock the front door?

Wake up! Wake up! The house is on fire –

But he thinks of a warm tub next to the stove

And a nice long soak to unwind

What a fool! What a dunce!

And his house in on fire

But he’s thinking of cash in the bank and his credit

And the old moon, belle dame, looks down from the night

Looks down from her orbit of ivory and satin:

Wake up! Wake up! Your house is on fire, old man

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