───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── renamed: hamburger.txt to rothenberg.txt ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── @ rothenberg.txt:4 @ Black milk of daybreak we drink it at sundown we drink it at noon in the morning we drink it at night we drink and we drink it we dig a grave in the breezes there one lies unconfined A man lives in the house he plays with the serpents he writes he writes when dusk falls to Germany your golden hair Margarete he writes it and steps out of doors and the stars are flashing he whistles his pack out he whistles his Jews out in earth has them dig for a grave he commands us strike up for the dance Black milk of morning we drink you at dusktime we drink you at noontime and dawntime we drink you at night we drink and drink we scoop out a grave in the sky where it's roomy to lie There's a man in this house who cultivates snakes and who writes who writes when it's nightfall nach Deutschland your golden hair Margareta he writes it and walks from the house and the stars all start flashing he whistles his dogs to draw near whistles his Jews to appear starts us scooping a grave out of sand he commands us play up for the dance Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night we drink in the morning at noon we drink you at sundown we drink and we drink you A man lives in the house he plays with the serpents he writes he writes when dusk falls to Germany your golden hair Margarete your ashen hair Shulamith we dig a grave in the breezes there one lies unconfined Black milk of morning we drink you at night we drink you at dawntime and noontime we drink you at dusktime we drink and drink There's a man in this house who cultivates snakes and who writes who writes when it's nightfall nach Deutschland your golden hair Margareta your ashen hair Shulamite we we scoop out a grave in the sky where it's roomy to lie He calls out jab deeper into the earth you lot you others sing now and play he grabs at the iron in his belt he waves it his eyes are blue jab deeper you lot with your spades you others play on for the dance He calls jab it deep in the soil you men you other men sing and play he tugs at the sword in his belt he swings it his eyes are blue jab your spades deeper you men you other men play up again for the dance Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night we drink you at noon in the morning we drink you at sundown we drink and we drink you a man lives in the house your goldene hair Margarete your ashen hair Shulamith he plays with the serpents Black milk of morning we drink you at night we drink you at noontime and dawntime we drink you at dusktime we drink and drink there's a man in this house your golden hair Margareta your ashen hair Shulamite he cultivates snakes He calls out more sweetly play death death is a master from Germany 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 He calls play that death thing more sweetly Death is a gang-boss aus Deutschland he calls scrape that fiddle more darkly then hover like smoke in the air then scoop out a grave in the clouds where it's roomy to lie Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night we drink you at noon death is a master from Germany we drink you at sundown and in the morning we drink and we drink you death is a master from Germany his eyes are blue he strikes you with leaden bullets his aim is true a man lives in the house your golden hair Margarete 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 Black milk of morning we drink you at night we drink you at noontime Death is a gang-boss aus Deutschland we drink you at dusktime and dawntime we drink and drink Death is a gang-boss aus Deutschland his eye is blue he hits you with leaden bullets his aim is true there's a man in this house your golden hair Margareta he sets his dogs on our trail he gives us a grave in the sky he cultivates snakes and he dreams Death is a gang-boss aus Deutschland your golden hair Margarete your ashen hair Shulamith your golden hair Margareta your ashen hair Shulamite