───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── renamed: felstiner.txt to weimar.txt ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── @ weimar.txt:4 @ Black milk of daybreak we drink it at evening we drink it at midday and morning we drink it at night Coal-black milk of morning we drink it at evening we drink it at noon and at daybreak we drink it at night we drink and we drink we shovel a grave in the air where you won't lie too cramped we shovel a grave in the skies there is room enough there A man lives in the house he plays with his vipers he writes he writes when it grows dark to Deutschland your golden hair Margareta he writes it and steps out of doors and the stars are all sparkling he whistles his hounds to stay close he whistles his Jews into rows has them shovel a grave in the ground he commands us play up for the dance he writes when it darkens to Germany your golden hair Marguerite he writes it and steps out of doors and the stars are shining he whistles his dogs to come up he whistles his Jews to come out to shovel a grave in the ground he commands us strike up a tune for the dance Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night we drink you at morning and midday we drink you at evening Coal-black milk of morning we drink you at night we drink you at daybreak and noon and we drink you at evening we drink and we drink A man lives in the house he plays with his vipers he writes he writes when it grows dark to Deutschland your golden hair Margareta Your ashen hair Shulamith we shovel a grave in the air where you won't lie too cramped he writes when it darkens to Germany your golden hair Marguerite Your ashen hair Shulamite we shovel a grave in the skies there is room enough there He shouts dig this earth deeper you lot there you others sing up and play he grabs for the rod in his belt he swings it his eyes are so blue stick your spades deeper you lot there you others play on for the dancing He shouts dig deeper into the earth you here and you there start singing and playing he clutches the gun in his belt he waves it his eyes are blue dig deeper your spades you here and you there keep playing that dance tune Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night we drink you at midday and morning we drink you at evening Coal-black milk of morning we drink you at night we drink you at noon and at daybreak we drink you at evening we drink and we drink a man lives in the house your goldenes Haar Margareta your aschenes Haar Shulamith he plays with his vipers a man lives in the house your golden hair Marguerite your ashen hair Shulamite he plays with his vipers He shouts play death more sweetly this Death is a master from Deutschland he shouts scrape your strings darker you'll rise up as smoke to the sky you'll then have a grave in the clouds where you won't lie too cramped He shouts play the death tune sweeter death is a master from Germany he shouts strike up the fiddles more darkly you'll rise like the smoke to the sky you'll have your own grave in the clouds there is room enough there Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night we drink you at midday Death is a master aus Deutschland we drink you at evening and morning we drink and we drink this Death is ein Meister aus Deutschland his eye it is blue he shoots you with shot made of lead shoots you level and true a man lives in the house your goldenes Haar Margarete he looses his hounds on us grants us a grave in the air he plays with his vipers and daydreams der Tod ist ein Meister aus Deutschland Coal-black milk of morning we drink you at night we drink you at noon death is a master from Germany we drink you at evening and at daybreak we drink and we drink death is a master from Germany his eye is blue he hits you with bullets of lead his target is you a man lives in the house your golden hair Marguerite he sets loose his dogs after us he gives us a grave in the sky he plays with his vipers and dreams death is a master from Germany dein goldenes Haar Margarete dein aschenes Haar Shulamith your golden hair Marguerite your ashen hair Shulamite