Black milk of morning we drink you evenings

Black milk of daybreak we drink it at nightfall

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

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

we drink and we drink

we drink it and drink it

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

we are digging a grave in the sky it is ample to lie there

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

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

he writes when it darkens to Deutschland your golden hair Margarete

he writes when the night falls to Germany your golden hair Margarete

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

he writes it and walks from the house the stars glitter he whistles his dogs up

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

he whistles his Jews out and orders a grave to be dug in the earth

he commands us play up for the dance

he commands us strike 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 in the morning at noon we drink you at nightfall

we drink and we drink

drink you and drink you

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

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

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

he writes when the night falls to Germany your golden hair Margarete

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

Your ashen hair Shulamith we are digging a grave in the sky it is

ample to lie there

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

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

He shouts stab deeper in earth you there and you others you sing and you play

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

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

stab deeper your spades you there and you others play on for the dancing

Black milk of dawn we drink you at night

we drink you at noon we drink you evenings

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at nightfall

we drink you and drink

we drink you at noon in the mornings we drink you at nightfall

a man lives in the house your golden hair Margarete

drink you and drink you

your ashen hair Shulamit he plays with the snakes

a man in the house your golden hair Margarete

your ashen hair Shulamith he plays with the serpents

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

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

He shouts play sweeter death's music death comes as a master from Germany

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

he shouts stroke darker the strings and as smoke you shall climb to the sky

then you'll have a grave in the clouds it is ample to lie there

Black milk of dawn we drink you at night

we drink you at noon death is a master from Deutschland

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night

we drink you evenings and mornings we drink and drink

we drink you at noon death comes as a master from Germany

death is a master from Deutschland his eye is blue

we drink you at nightfall and morning we drink you and drink you

he strikes you with lead bullets his aim is true

a master from Germany death comes with eyes that are blue

a man lives in the house your golden hair Margarete

with a bullet of lead he will hit in the mark he will hit you

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

a man in the house your golden hair Margarete

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

he hunts us down with his dogs in the sky he gives us a grave

he plays with the serpents and dreams death comes as a master from Germany

your golden hair Margarete

your ashen hair Shulamit

your golden hair Margarete

your ashen hair Shulamith