Das Lied von der Moldau
Bertolt Brecht| La versione inglese di John Willett | |
| THE SONG OF THE MOLDAU On the bed of the Moldau, the stones are churning, The days of our rulers are ending fast. The great don't stay great, the order is turning, The night has twelve hours, but day comes at last. The times are now changing, the darkness receding The plans of the mighty must finally fail. They're strutting like cocks with severed necks bleeding The times are now changing. Force cannot prevail. On the bed of the Moldau, the stones are churning, The days of our rulers are ending fast. The great don't stay great, the order is turning, The night has twelve hours, but day comes at last. | THE SONG OF THE MOLDAU Deep down in the Moldau the pebbles are shifting In Prague three dead emperors moulder away. The top can't stay top while the bottom is lifting The night has twelve hours and then comes the day! |
