Majdanek Waltz - Фуга смерти
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Fugue of Death (per. A. Parina)
Black moisture of sources We drink it for the night
We drink it at noon and in the morning we drink it at night
we drink it drink
we are digging the grave in the sky there there is no tightness
He lives in the house, he tames snakes he writes
He writes letters to Germany
Your hair is Gretchen gold
he writes descends down the stars lights up
He convenes dogs with a whistle
whistle convenes the Jews dig a grave in the ground
screaming to us play splash

Black moisture of sources We drink you at night
We drink you in the morning and at noon we drink you for the night we drink you
He lives in the house, he tames snakes he writes
He writes letters to Germany
Your hair is Gretchen gold
Your hair of your ashes Rachel
we dig a grave in the sky there is no crowding
He barks in the back of the deeper lazy lazy person
play and sing
he strokes his hand with a pistol of his eyes blue
deeper shovel, play a cheerful march

Black moisture of sources We drink you at night
We drink you at noon and in the morning
we drink you for the night we drink you drink
In the house lives a man of your hair Grethen gold
your ashes of your ashes Rachel, he tames snakes

Screams more likely about death
And death is an old German maestro
Screaming the violinist is more typical
and soar in the bolder
There, in the sky, the graves are ready there is no tightness

Black moisture of sources 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 skies
He overtakes you with a bullet without a miss.
In the house lives a man of your hair Grethen gold
He lets us down on us
He gives us a grave in the sky
He tames the snakes dreaming
And death is an old German maestro
Your hair is Gretchen gold
your hair of your ashes Rachel

Paul Tselan.