Host, pardon me that I’m troubling you, It’s a bit of a strange visit, I saw the light in the windows on your floor, The door was open, the guard already asleep. The new residents are having a party; Getting drunk, they shout that you’re a myth; But I remember the day I came here And I’m really glad that you’re among the living. Host, I simply walked out on my friends, Thinking about something of my own. They live in these new buildings And are childishly content with them. But I remember my smoky corner, The lantern in the window, the cupola with a cross, Light like on a snowy night, And I laughed at their sorcery. Host, I lead a strange life, And the super doesn’t like me; Possibly your servants are kind people, Still they aren't giving me roses. And I go past them like an honored guest, Though I’m simply given a corner to let; But, Host, pardon the insolence, I’m not superfluous in your home. Host, I pay--not like everyone, But I pay what I have. Host, my faith is weak, But I heard some good news. Host, I’m a useless foundation, And probably a bad oar— But, Host, when you want to drink, You’ll remember my craft.