My mother sang "The Dead Leaves"
In front of our door
And in an old crystal radio set
Lingered the soul of poets

In front of the fountains of the casino
In front of the fountains of the casino

My father took care of the machines
The trains, the railcars
In winter we stole coal
That we brought back home

In front of the fountains of the casino
In front of the fountains of the casino

In front of the fountains of the casino
In front of the fountains of the casino

The ball spun for the tangos
Saturday nights at the casino
I played the dances on my guitar
And I dreamed of being a star

In front of the fountains of the casino
In front of the fountains of the casino
In front of the fountains of the casino
In front of the fountains of the casino (casino)
In front of the fountains of the casino (casino)
In front of the fountains of the casino

In front of the fountains of the casino (casino)
In front of the fountains of the casino (casino)
In front of the fountains of the casino (casino)
In front of the fountains of the casino (casino)
In front of the fountains of the casino (casino)

In front of the fountains of the casino
In front of the fountains of the casino (casino)
In front of the fountains of the casino (casino)
In front of the fountains of the casino

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