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.