In the card game of life,
I often predict the card that’s dealt,
and by my side, I hear them say
it’s because I’m insanely lucky.
They call knowledge luck!
I learned by being cheated,
and now they’ll only beat me
when Death is the dealer.
In the card game of life,
to win, I first had to lose.
I also began to play
trusting the blindness of chance
and then I saw it was all a lie
with capital in the hands of the vile…
You don’t believe me…Your heart deceives you!
What faith you have!…Don’t you see you can’t win?
That if you bet on illusionary cards,
it’s cards of pain that are dealt to you?
Don’t envy me if you see
I’m a winner, for I am Disillusion…
And if, being blind, you lose,
it’s because you have those lovely twenty years…
The table is hope,
and, despite what I’ve learned,
if they give back what I lost,
confidence sinks me again…
Crazy luck is to preserve
an illusion amidst so much suffering!