How to make monkey tail drink

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translated by Pierre Joris

Black milk of morning we drink you evenings
we drink you at noon and mornings we drink you at night
we drink and we drink
A man lives in the house he plays with the snakes he writes
he writes when it darkens to Germany your golden hair Margarete
he writes and steps in front of his house and the stars glisten and he whistles his dogs to come
he whistles his jews to appear let a grave be dug in the earth
he commands us play up for the dance

Black milk of dawn we drink you at night
we drink you mornings and noontime we drink you evenings
we drink and we drink
A man lives in the house he plays with the snakes he writes
he writes when it turns dark to Deutschland your golden hair Margarete
Your ashen hair Shulamit we dig a grave in the air there one lies at ease

He calls jab deeper into the earth you there and you other men sing and play
he grabs the gun in his belt he draws it his eyes are blue
jab deeper your spades you there and you other men continue to play for the dance

Black milk of dawn we drink you at night
we drink you at noon we drink you evenings
we drink you and drink
a man lives in the house your golden hair Margarete
your ashen hair Shulamit he plays with the snakes

He calls out play death more sweetly death is a master from Germany
he calls scrape those fiddles more darkly then as smoke you’ll rise in the air
Then you’ll have a grave in the clouds there you’ll lie at ease

Black milk of dawn we drink you at night
we drink you at noon death is a master from Germany
we drink you evenings and mornings we drink and drink
death is a master from Germany his eye is blue
he strikes you with lead bullets his aim is true
a man lives in the house your golden hair Margarete
he sets his dogs on us he gifts us a grave in the air
he plays with the snakes and dreams death is a master from Germany

your golden hair Margarete
your ashen hair Shulamit


Death joint

Black milk in the morning we drink it in the evening
we drink them at noon and in the morning we drink them at night
we drink and drink
we dig a grave in the air because you don't lie close
A man lives in the house who plays with the snakes who writes
when it gets dark to Germany he writes your golden hair Margarete
he writes it and steps in front of the house and the stars flash, he whistles for his males
he whistles his Jews out and lets dig a grave in the earth

Black milk of the morning we drink you at night
we drink you in the morning and at noon we drink you in the evening
we drink and drink
A man lives in the house who plays with the snakes who writes
when it gets dark to Germany he writes your golden hair Margarete
Your ashy hair Sulamith we dig a grave in the air there you don't lie close

He calls deeper into the ground you one you others sing and play
he reaches for the iron in the belt he swings his eyes are blue
pierce the spade deeper you one you others keep playing to the dance

Black milk of the morning we drink you at night
we drink you at noon and in the morning we drink you in the evening
we drink and drink
a man lives in the house of your golden hair Margarete
your ashen hair Sulamith he plays with the snakes

He calls plays death sweeter death is a master from Germany
he calls, strokes the violins darker, then you rise as smoke in the air
then you have a grave in the clouds there you don't lie close

Black milk of the morning we drink you at night
we drink you at noon death is a master from Germany
we drink you in the evening and in the morning we drink and drink
he death is a master from Germany his eye is blue
he hits you with a leaden bullet he hits you exactly
a man lives in the house of your golden hair Margarete

he incites his males on us he gives us a grave in the air
he plays with the snakes and dreams death is a master from Germany

your golden hair Margarete
your ashen hair Sulamith