Black milk of morning we drink you at dusktime

Black milk of morning we drink you evenings

we drink you at noontime and dawntime we drink you at night

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

we drink and drink

we drink and we drink

we scoop out a grave in the sky where it’s roomy to lie

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

There’s a man in this house who cultivates snakes and who writes

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

who writes when it’s nightfall nach Deutschland your golden hair Margareta

he writes when it darkens to Deutschland your golden hair Margarete

he writes it and walks from the house and the stars all start flashing he whistles his dogs to draw near

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

whistles his Jews to appear starts us scooping a grave out of sand

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

he commands us to play for the dance

he commands us play up for the dance

Black milk of morning we drink you at night

Black milk of dawn we drink you at night

we drink you at dawntime and noontime we drink you at dusktime

we drink you mornings and noontime we drink you evenings

we drink and drink

we drink and we drink

There’s a man in this house who cultivates snakes and who writes

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

who writes when it’s nightfall nach Deutschland your golden hair Margareta

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

your ashen hair Shulamite we scoop out a grave in the sky where it’s roomy to lie

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

He calls jab it deep in the soil you lot there you other men sing and play

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

he tugs at the sword in his belt he swings it his eyes are blue

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

jab your spades deeper you men you other men you others play up again for the dance

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

Black milk of morning we drink you at night

Black milk of dawn we drink you at night

we drink you at noontime and dawntime we drink you at dusktime

we drink you at noon we drink you evenings

we drink and drink

we drink you and drink

there’s a man in this house your golden hair Margareta

a man lives in the house your golden hair Margarete

your ashen hair Shulamite he cultivates snakes

your ashen hair Shulamit he plays with the snakes

He calls play that death thing more sweetly Death is a gang-boss aus Deutschland

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

he calls scrape that fiddle more darkly then hover like smoke in the air

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

then scoop out a grave in the clouds where it’s roomy to lie

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

Black milk of morning we drink you at night

Black milk of dawn we drink you at night

we drink you at noontime Death is a gang-boss aus Deutschland

we drink you at noon death is a master from Deutschland

we drink you at dusktime and dawntime we drink and drink

we drink you evenings and mornings we drink and drink

Death is a gang-boss aus Deutschland his eye is blue

death is a master from Deutschland his eye is blue

he shoots you with leaden bullets his aim is true

he strikes you with lead bullets his aim is true

there’s a man in this house your golden hair Margareta

a man lives in the house your golden hair Margarete

he sets his dogs on our trail he gives us a grave in the sky

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

he cultivates snakes and he dreams Death is a gang-boss aus Deutschland

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

your golden hair Margareta

your golden hair Margarete

your ashen hair Shulamite

your ashen hair Shulamit