Kurt Weill Time

We still watch the sky

in the clean open nights

and squeeze our hearts

with the end of time.

Scare by the cold twinkle of the stars,

we reach for the warmth of lover's arms.

Our sorrow collapses

in a silent desire

we'll never sleep again

becouse we're afraid to be tired,

and the night is filled with fireworks and a million

lights, there's wine in the bloodstream of their violent smiles.

This night is the only cabaret

and the doorkeeper's never there

and we're never, never, going back

so save your coins to the startrek.

We'll be sailling at the crack of dawn,

singing that first old song.

This night is the only cabaret

and the doorkeeper's never there

and we're never, never, going back

so save your coins to the startrek.

All the eyes shine from their warm frontier

and portrait the ilusion of being near,

while solitude smashes down the human child

and the drunkmen are whistling "lost in the Stars!"

This night is the only cabaret

and the doorkeeper's never there

and we're never, never, going back

so save your coins to the startrek.

We'll be sailling at the crack of dawn,

singing that first old song.

This night is the only cabaret

and the doorkeeper's never there

and we're never, never, going back

so save your coins to the startrek.