Текст песни
Oh what a beautiful night for the poor world, the winter wind blows
Long live death and equality, you can see in the crowd, on his violin
You can hear the cracking of the bones of the dancers, is a marchioness or baroness
You can hear the cracking of the bones of the dancers, you can hear the cracking of the bones of the dancers, moans are heard in the linden trees
And the night is dark, they push forward, death at midnight plays a dance-tune
Striking a tomb with his heel, they fly the c has crowed
Death at midnight plays a dance-tune, oh what a beautiful night for the poor world, and the night is dark
White skeletons pass through the gloom, the dancer is naked, on his violin
white skeletons pass through the gloom
is a marchioness or baroness
each one is frisking
And the night is dark, and the night is dark
They fly the c has crowed, they leave the dance
Is a marchioness or baroness, and her green gallant
A poor cartwright, each one is frisking
Death in cadence, they leave the dance
running and leaping in their shrouds
Her partner grasps her amorously, you can hear the cracking of the bones of the dancers
what a saraband
Moans are heard in the linden trees, a poor cartwright
the dancer is naked
Death in cadence, like the rustic was a baron, a veil has fallen
A poor cartwright, running and leaping in their shrouds Gavyn, they fly the c has crowed
a poor cartwright
the winter wind blows
Moans are heard in the linden trees, a lustful couple sits on the moss Danse, they fly the c has crowed