Black milk of morning we drink you evenings

Black milk of daybreak we drink it at evening

we drink you at noon and mornings we drink you at night

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

we drink and we drink

we drink and we drink

we dig a grave in the air there one lies at ease

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

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

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

he writes when it darkens to Deutschland your golden hair Margarete

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

he writes and steps in front of his house and the stars glisten and he whistles his dogs to come

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

he whistles his jews to appear let a grave be dug in the earth

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

he commands us play up for the dance

he commands us to play up for the dance.

Black milk of dawn we drink you at night

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night

we drink you mornings and noontime we drink you evenings

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

we drink and we drink

we drink and we drink

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

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

he writes when it turns dark to Deutschland your golden hair Margarete

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

Your ashen hair Shulamit we dig a grave in the air there one lies at ease

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

He calls jab deeper into the earth you there and you other men sing and play

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

he grabs the gun in his belt he draws it his eyes are blue

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

jab deeper your spades you there and you other men continue to play for the dance

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

Black milk of dawn we drink you at night

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night

we drink you at noon we drink you evenings

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

we drink you and drink

we drink and we drink

a man lives in the house your golden hair Margarete

a man lives in the house your goldenes Haar Margareta

your ashen hair Shulamit he plays with the snakes

your aschenes Haar Shulamith he plays his vipers

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

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

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

he calls scrape those fiddles more darkly then as smoke you’ll rise in the air

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

then you’ll have a grave in the clouds there you’ll lie at ease

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night

Black milk of dawn we drink you at night

we drink you at midday Death is a master aus Deutschland

we drink you at noon death is a master from Deutschland

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

we drink you evenings and mornings we drink and drink

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

death is a master from Deutschland his eye is blue

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

he strikes you with lead bullets his aim is true

a man lives in the house your goldenes Haar Margarete

a man lives in the house your golden hair Margarete

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

he sets his dogs on us he gifts us a grave in the air

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

he plays with the snakes and dreams death is a master from Deutschland

dein goldenes Haar Margarete

your golden hair Margarete

dein aschenes Haar Shulamith

your ashen hair Shulamit