Weill: Songs

Oh, show us the way to the next whisky bar. Oh, don't ask why. Oh, don't. We must find the next whisky bar. For if we don't find the next whisky bar, I tell you we must die. Must say goodbye. We've lost our good old mama. Whisky, oh you know why. Must say goodbye. We've lost our good old mama. And must have a whisky, oh you know why. Oh, show us the way to the next little dollar. Oh, don't ask why. Oh, don't ask why. The next little dollar. For if we don't find the next little dollar, I tell you we must die. I tell you, I tell you, I tell you we must die. Oh, moon of Alabama, Must say goodbye. We've lost our good old mama. Dollars, I must say goodbye. We've lost our good old mama. And must have dollars, oh you know why. Buddy on the large rift, I hope you slept all day. Until the moon came out and woke you up And sent you on your way. Hello there, buddy on the large rift, I hope you're feeling fine. I left a lot of work for you to do On a long assembly line. I wish I knew you better, But you never go my way. For where one of us goes on the job, The other hits the heap. Goodbye now, buddy on the large rift, And push those planes along. And when the sun comes out, I'll take your place, All wide awake and strong. I'll follow you, you'll follow me, And who can we call wrong? Hello, light shift, I hope you slept all day. Until the moon came out and woke you up And sent you on your way. Hello there, buddy on the light shift, I hope you're feeling fine. I left a lot of work for you to do On a long assembly line. I wish I knew you better, But you never go my way. For where one of us goes on the job, The other hits the heap. Goodbye now, buddy on the light shift, And push those planes along. And when the sun comes out, I'll take your place, All wide awake and strong. I'll follow you, you'll follow me, And who can we call wrong? Da ist nun einer schon der Satan selber, Der Metzger, er und alle anderen Kälber. Der frechste Hund, der schlimmste Hurentreiber. Wer kocht ihn ab, der alle abkocht? Weiber, das fragt nicht, ob er will, Er ist bereit, das ist die sexuelle Hörung. Er glaubt nicht an die Bibel, nicht ans BGM. Er meint, er ist der größte Egoist, Weiß, dass ein Weib sich schon verschoben ist Und lässt kein Weib in seine Mau. Er soll den Tag nicht vor dem Abend maben, Den vor es Nacht wird, legt er wieder drum. So mancher Mann sah manchen Mann verrückte, Ein großer Geist blieb in einer Hure stacke Und dies mit Ansam, was sie sich auch schwore, Als sie verrückte, Weiber grub sie Huren. Das fragt nicht, ob sie wollen, sie sind bereit, Das ist die sexuelle Hürung. Der hält sich an die Bibel, nicht ans BGM, Ein Mann, ein Christ, ein Jud, ein Anarchist. Am Mittag zwingt man sich, dass man nicht Sellerie frisst, Nach Mittags wollt man sich noch mehr regieren. Am Abend sagt man, mit mir geht's nach oben, Und vor es Nacht wird, legt man wieder drum. et l'ombre des yeux s'occupe sans regret du soir Il me suffira d'avoir ton bonheur Il me suffira d'avoir ton sourire Conte-moi comme il l'a pris Non, tu dois me l'éviter Je suis enchaînée Mais il faut que tu t'éteignes En effet, je t'aime pas Il ne t'aime pas Un canard gris C'est le blanc le plus gros Je le vendrai vingt francs Le bleu est tout petit C'est six francs Le roi d'Aquitaine C'est bien ton marché Pour servir la reine On va la chercher Le roi d'Aquitaine Me prendra la main En paix pour la reine de mort Un prince gris Un prince bleu Un prince blanc Le gloire de vie Et le glu de diamant Le gris en sa colonne Et son épée au flanc Le bleu m'aime le mieux Le roi d'Aquitaine C'est bien ton marché Pour servir la reine On va la chercher Le roi d'Aquitaine Me prendra la main En paix Tout bien au ciel Le sang des anciens Ceux qui le crient Non, ce n'est pas d'enfreins Et ce n'est pas des mots Voici le tronc du ciel Malheur, malheur Voici le tronc de l'évangile Voici le tronc du ciel Malheur, malheur Voici le tronc de l'évangile Voici le tronc L'été en ronde Le ciel filant Qui dans notre tronc d'enorme Notre tronc du soleil Monte dans le tronc Notre balance Notre silence Notre frère chéri Dans le soleil Dans l'équipe Glissant par les yeux C'est du jour de l'année Au-delà c'est du calme Regardez, regardez, regardez Voyez notre frère descendre Dans le bras, dans le bras Dans le bras du grand sauvior Qui l'a venu, qui l'a venu Qui l'a venu longtemps Regardez, regardez, regardez Voyez notre frère descendre Dans le bras, dans le bras Dans le bras du grand sauvior Qui l'a venu, qui l'a venu Qui l'a venu longtemps Dans le bras du grand sauvior Qui l'a venu longtemps Dans le bras du grand sauvior Qui l'a venu They tingled with tears in lieu of pearls And as time came around It's fall of December Eyes grow shut In a year each September Lost one tooth And I walk a little more But all days dwindle down To all the richest hue September These few precious days I'd spend with you These precious days I'd spend with you Eat with a young man early in spring They coach you in song and rhyme They woo you with words and a clover ring But if you examine the goods they bring They have little to offer but the songs they sing And a plentiful waste of time of day A plentiful waste of time But it's all along to December Eyes grow shut When a year each September And lost one tooth And I walk a little more And I haven't got time For the waiting For the days dwindle down To all the richest hue September November And these few precious days I'd spend with you These precious days I'd spend with you To love you and to lose you Has been my empty prayer I stood on heaven's sky But far to earth from harder Far to lose you Than ever had the bliss Of your responding kiss When we were both in love For you and I were way more We stay apart I thank you for the tiny favour You once bestowed upon my heart Days through which I lie Are worth the going through Because my thoughts of you Are not the bitter kind You will always be a dream to me That destiny desired And though you're gone I'll stay Able with only you in the world To love you and to lose you Was ever what you could ever take To love you and to lose you Has been my empty prayer I stood on heaven's sky But far to earth from harder Far to lose you Than ever had the bliss Of your responding kiss When we were both in love For you and I were way more Days through which I lie Are worth the going through Because my thoughts of you Are not the bitter kind You will always be a dream to me That destiny desired And though you're gone I'll stay Able with only you in the world To love you and to lose you Was ever what you could ever take Grief is your gift to me Grief alone With passion at midnight Would anger outdo Yet when you're absent I weep You are my world O keeper of my love Throughout all your days Your star The luckiest star of all Your ways The luckiest ways Since unto you My one heaven And since with you It will remain Though you bring fear But don't despair at me Stay well Come well to my door Stay well O keeper of my love Throughout all your days Your star The luckiest star of all Your ways The luckiest ways Since unto you And since with you It will remain Though you bring fear But don't despair at me Stay well Come well to my door You speak Summer day withers You speak And it's swift Like sheep's adrift We're swept about To speak Oh darling speak Love is a smile Too soon I fear Forever Tomorrow is near Tomorrow is here And always too soon Time is all I have So if Love is pure gold And time If We're late Darling we're late The curtain descends Everything ends Too soon I wait Darling I wait Oh speak love to me Speak love to me From Oslo She got the collar made of fur Hopefully you like The collar made of fur She got it from Oslo And The soldier's wife got it From the rich hamster So she got the hat And it looks good The Dutch hat She got it from Amsterdam The soldier's wife Was from Brussels in the Belgian land From Brussels she got the golden spits To own that The Belgian spits She got them from the Belgian land And what did the soldier get From the rich hamster From Paris She got the silk dress The silk dress She got it from Paris What did the soldier get From the southern Bucharest From Bucharest She got the hand So good and so strange The Romanian hand She got it from Bucharest And what did the soldier's wife get From the wide Russia From Russia She got the widow's veil To celebrate the death The widow's veil She got it from Russia After 17 years I came to love I experienced a lot There was evil But then I'm a human after all Thank God, everything goes fast Even love and sorrow Where are the tears of yesterday Where is the snow of last year Where are the tears of yesterday Where is the snow of last year Of course you go with the years Lighter on the market of love And embrace them there in shards But the feeling becomes astonishingly cold When you bear so little with it After all, every supply comes to an end Thank God, everything goes fast Even love and sorrow Where are the tears of yesterday Where is the snow of last year Where are the tears of yesterday Where is the snow of last year And even if you dare to change Learn how to measure love The desire to turn small money Will never be easy Now it will be enough But you will also get older Thank God, everything goes fast Even love and sorrow Where are the tears of yesterday Where is the snow of last year Where are the tears of yesterday Where is the snow of last year He said to the moon The moon cursed the stars of his birth And saw that everything was white Blue, red and white And see, it was not night yet Then the world saw the following The whiteness brought him back Because he was free of it He said to the cold Caesar He sat like God on an altar And was killed from his breast How beautiful he was The coldness had brought him back He said to the beautiful two emperors To the robber She took her to the tunnel And walked in How beautiful and gray How beautiful she was And now I know What great was our longing for him That one looks at him now There he sees the following The passion brought us back Because he was free of it To Potsdam under the oaks In the bright noon a train A drum and behind a flag In the middle a coffin man asked To Potsdam under the oaks In the hundred-year-old stable There the Saxons wore a coffin With helmet and oak leaves And on the coffin with little red There was written a rhyme The letters looked Lovely from every warrior's home Every warrior's home Let us remember Of some dead man Born in the homeland Found in Potsdam Crowned once with heart and hand The fatherland on the lime With the care of the fatherland Every warrior's home So they went through Potsdam For the man on the spine There came the green woman And tied her up It's almost the end of the world My wandering boat Is in the shadow of the wave It leads me one day And it is so small But the fact that it lives Invites us one day To go around Yucca is the land of my desires Yucca is the happiness, the pleasure Yucca is the land where we leave all worries It is a dark night Like a starlit night It is Yucca It is the spirit of love and exchange Yucca is the land of our shared love It is the hope That is in the hearts of all people It is the hope That we all wait for tomorrow And we will go It is the land of our shared love It is the hope That we all wait for tomorrow It is the hope That we all wait for tomorrow It is the hope That we all wait for tomorrow We search everywhere To leave the earth To find the mystery Where our dreams are buried In some yucca leaves Yucca is the land of our desires Yucca is the happiness, the pleasure Yucca is the land where we leave all worries It is a dark night Like a starlit night It is Yucca It is the spirit of love and exchange It is the hope That is in the hearts of all people It is the hope That we all wait for tomorrow Yucca is the land of our desires Yucca is the happiness, the pleasure Yucca is the spirit of love and exchange