───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── renamed: hamburger.txt to weimar.txt ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── @ weimar.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 Coal-black milk of morning we drink it at evening we drink it at noon and at daybreak we drink it at night we drink and we drink we shovel a grave in the skies there is room enough there A man lives in the house he plays with his vipers he writes he writes when it darkens to Germany your golden hair Marguerite he writes it and steps out of doors and the stars are shining he whistles his dogs to come up he whistles his Jews to come out to shovel a grave in the ground he commands us strike up a tune 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 Coal-black milk of morning we drink you at night we drink you at daybreak and noon and we drink you at evening we drink and we drink A man lives in the house he plays with his vipers he writes he writes when it darkens to Germany your golden hair Marguerite Your ashen hair Shulamite we shovel a grave in the skies there is room enough there 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 shouts dig deeper into the earth you here and you there start singing and playing he clutches the gun in his belt he waves it his eyes are blue dig deeper your spades you here and you there keep playing that dance tune 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 Coal-black milk of morning we drink you at night we drink you at noon and at daybreak we drink you at evening we drink and we drink a man lives in the house your golden hair Marguerite your ashen hair Shulamite he plays with his vipers 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 shouts play the death tune sweeter death is a master from Germany he shouts strike up the fiddles more darkly you'll rise like the smoke to the sky you'll have your own grave in the clouds there is room enough there Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night Coal-black milk of morning 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 we drink you at evening and at daybreak we drink and we drink death is a master from Germany his eye is blue he hits you with bullets of lead his target is you a man lives in the house your golden hair Marguerite he sets loose his dogs after us he gives us a grave in the sky he plays with his vipers and dreams death is a master from Germany your golden hair Margarete your ashen hair Shulamith your golden hair Marguerite your ashen hair Shulamite