Black milk of daybreak we drink it at evening

Black milk of daybreak we drink it at sundown

we drink it at midday and morning we drink it at night

we drink it at noon in the morning we drink it at night

we drink and we drink

we drink and we drink it

we shovel a grave in the air there you won't lie too cramped

we dig a grave in the breezes there one lies unconfined

A man lives in the house he plays with his vipers he writes

A man lives in the house he plays with the serpents he writes

he writes when it grows dark to Deutschland your golden hair Margareta

he writes when dusk falls to Germany your golden hair Margarete

he writes it and steps out of doors and the stars are all sparkling, he whistles his hounds to come close

he writes it and steps out of doors and the stars are flashing he whistles his pack out

he whistles his Jews into rows has them shovel a grave in the ground

he whistles his Jews out in earth has them dig for a grave

he commands us to play up for the dance.

he commands us strike up for the dance

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night

we drink you at morning and midday we drink you at evening

we drink in the morning at noon we drink you at sundown

we drink and we drink

we drink and we drink you

A man lives in the house he plays with his vipers he writes

A man lives in the house he plays with the serpents he writes

he writes when it grows dark to Deutschland your golden hair Margareta

he writes when dusk falls to Germany your golden hair Margarete

Your ashen hair Shulamith we shovel a grave in the air there you won't lie too cramped

your ashen hair Shulamith we dig a grave in the breezes there one lies unconfined.

He shouts jab the earth deeper you lot there you others sing up and play

He calls out jab deeper into the earth you lot you others sing now and play

he grabs for the rod in his belt he swings it his eyes are so blue

he grabs at the iron in his belt he waves it his eyes are blue

jab your spades deeper you lot there you others play on for the dancing

jab deeper you lot with your spades you others play on for the dance

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night

we drink you at midday and morning we drink you at evening

we drink you at noon in the morning we drink you at sundown

we drink and we drink

we drink you and we drink you

a man lives in the house your goldenes Haar Margareta

a man lives in the house your golden hair Margarete

your aschenes Haar Shulamith he plays his vipers

your ashen hair Shulamith he plays with the serpents

He shouts play death more sweetly this Death is a master from Deutschland

he shouts scrape your strings darker you'll rise then as smoke to the sky

He calls out more sweetly play death death is a master from Germany

you'll have a grave then in the clouds there you won't lie too cramped

he calls out more darkly now stroke your strings then as smoke you will rise into air

then a grave you will have in the clouds there one lies unconfined

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night

we drink you at midday Death is a master aus Deutschland

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night

we drink you at evening and morning we drink and we drink

we drink you at noon death is a master from Germany

this Death is ein Meister aus Deutschland his eye it is blue

we drink you at sundown and in the morning we drink and we drink you

he shoots you with shot made of lead shoots you level and true

death is a master from Germany his eyes are blue

a man lives in the house your goldenes Haar Margarete

he strikes you with leaden bullets his aim is true

he looses his hounds on us grants us a grave in the air

a man lives in the house your golden hair Margarete

he plays with his vipers and daydreams der Tod ist ein Meister aus Deutschland

he sets his pack on to us he grants us a grave in the air

he plays with the serpents and daydreams death is a master from Germany

dein goldenes Haar Margarete

dein aschenes Haar Shulamith

your golden hair Margarete

your ashen hair Shulamith