Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Todesfuge, artist - Diamanda Galas. Album song Defixiones - Will And Testament, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 23.11.2003
Record label: Intravenal Sound Operations
Song language: English
Todesfuge |
Black milk of daybreak we drink it at sundown |
we drink it at noon in the morning we drink it at night |
we drink it and we drink it |
we dig a grave in the clouds 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 all flashing he whistles |
his dogs 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 daybreak we drink you at night |
we drink in the morning at noon we drink you at sundown |
we drink you 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 skies there one lies unconfined |
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 |
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 golden hair Margarete |
your ashen hair Shulamith he plays with the serpents |
He calls out more sweetly play death death is the master from Deutschland |
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 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 Deutschland 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 |
your golden hair Margarete |
your ashen hair Shulamith |