Ballade von der Judenhure Marie Saunders

Lyrics: Bertolt Brecht Music: Hanns Eisler In Nuremberg they made a law Giving women cause to weep, Who had been sleeping with a wrong man. And people crouching in the tenements And hear the beating of drums. God above, could there be something wrong tonight? Listen, here it comes: Marie Sanders, does your boyfriend have raven hair? If so, you better had made sure, this is the end of the affair. And people crouching in the tenements And hear the beating of drums. God above, could there be something wrong tonight? Listen, here it comes: Mutter, gib mir den Schlüssel Es ist alles halb so schlimm. Der Mond schaut aus wie immer. Das Fleisch schlägt auf in den Vorstädten Die Trommeln schlagen mit Macht Gott im Himmel, wenn sie etwas vorhätten, Wäre es heute nacht. And at nine one morning She walks through the city in a slip, With a board around her neck, her hair shaven, The crowd jeering, her eyes cold. And thousands go down and line the street And hear the beating of drums. Gott im Himmel, wenn sie etwas vorhätten, Wäre es heute nacht. Das Fleisch schlägt auf in den Vorstädten Die Trommeln schlagen mit Macht And thousands go down and line the street And hear the beating of drums. God above, if people only use their ears, They will know who it is that they should fight!