The Skater

1. In a town where I was passing
Far north of the month of July
On a large lake, a frozen lake
A man in black was sliding, sliding
He had a strange black outfit
Which must have seen the grand evenings
Of Austria and Hungary
When they were united
He was a strange stilt walker
He does not leave my memory
On one leg and until evening
He was sliding there on his mirror
He was skating
He was skating
On one leg he was skating

2. And then the night arrived,
He had to stop
Because the children had to go home,
The show was over
A beautiful woman with white hair,
Came towards him gently
Put a cane in his hand
And a long coat on his back
In a town where I was passing
Far north of the month of July
On a large lake, a frozen lake
A man in black was limping, limping
He was skating
He was skating
On one leg he was skating

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