Ich frage nichts.
Ich darf nicht fragen,
Denn du hast mir gesagt: "Frage nicht!"
Aber kaum höre ich deinen Wagen.
Denke ich: Sagen, oder nicht sagen?
Er hat alles auf dem Gesicht.
Glaubst du denn daß nur der Mund spricht?
Augen sind wie Fensterglas.
Durch alle Fenster sieht man immer,
Schließt du die Augen ist es schlimmer.
Meine Augen hören etwas,
Etwas anderes meine Ohren.
Für Schmerzen bin ich denn geboren.
Laß mein Gesicht am Fenster, laß;
Die Sonne darf jetzt nicht mehr scheinen!
"Es regnet," sagt das Fensterglas.
Es sagt nur was es denkt!
Laß uns zusammen weinen...
...zusammen weinen...
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Written in German, reviewed and corrected by Kurt Weill. Cf. P. Huynh, Kurt Weill ou la conquête des masses, Actes Sud, Mars 2000, pages 230-231.
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- ENG English (Sean Phillip Mabrey) , "It's raining", copyright © 2005, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: Sean Phillip Mabrey
This text was added to the website: 2005-02-27
Line count: 19
Word count: 101
I don't ask.
I may not ask,
For you have said to me:
"Don't ask!"
But I can just barely here your car.
I think: Say it or don't say it?
It's all on your face.
Do you believe that only the mouth speaks?
Eyes are like windowpanes.
Through each window, one can always see everything.
Close your eyes, it's worse.
My eyes hear something,
Something other than my ears.
I was born for pain.
Let my face lie on the window;
The sun may not shine any more now!
"It's raining," said the windowpane.
It says only what it thinks!
Let us weep together.
