Lyrics Majdanek Waltz - Фуга смерти

Fugue of death (per. A. Parina)
The black moisture of the roots we drink it at night
we drink it at noon and in the morning we drink it at night
we drink her drink
we dig a grave in the sky there is no crowding
A man lives in a house. He tames a kite. He writes.
he writes letters to Germany
your hair is Gretchen gold
he writes coming down the stars light up
he calls the whistle
a whistle calls the Jews dig a grave in the ground
shouting to us play dance

The black moisture of the origins we drink you at night
we drink you in the morning and at noon we drink you for the night we drink you drink
A man lives in a house. He tames a kite. He writes.
he writes letters to Germany
your hair is Gretchen gold
Your hair ashes Rachel
we are digging a grave in the sky there is no crowding
He barks dig deeper lazy
play live and sing
he strokes his gun his eyes are blue
deeper shovel lively play a fun march

The black moisture of the origins we drink you at night
we drink you at noon and in the morning
we drink you at night we drink you drink
in your house lives a man of your hair Gretchen gold
your hair ashes Rachel he tames a serpent

Shouts more deeply about death
and death is an old German maestro
cries violinists sadder
and soar bolder
there are graves in the sky ready there is no crowding

The black moisture of the origins we drink you at night
we drink you death
this is an old german maestro
we drink you at night and in the morning we drink you drink
death is an old german maestro
blue sky eyes
he hits you with a bullet without a miss
in your house lives a man of your hair Gretchen gold
he brings his pack down on us
He gives us a grave in the sky
he tames a kite dreaming
and death is an old German maestro
your hair is Gretchen gold
your hair ashes Rachel

Paul Celan.