Dazzling along a terrible thread
There were three little girls
All of one grace
And six little feet in a marche militaire
They were her roses—they were my roses
That sparkled a moment in the morning sun
(We made the roses fade that were not our roses)
My roses—her roses
P.S. and so we forgot the roses …
Cabaret
Three red flames light up by themselves—a torch
“I waltz only with him.”
There flared up a struggle which has not even yet
Come to an end
It seems, I did not crush it enough
So to avoid him, she takes a side road
Here the stones are of a different color
The hedgerows less well-pruned—more friendly
Soon the sky clears
Open to the event
Dazzling along a terrible thread There were three little girls All of one grace And six little feet in a marche militaire
They were her roses—they were my roses That sparkled a moment in the morning sun (We made the roses fade that were not our roses) My roses—her roses P.S. and so we forgot the roses …
Cabaret Three red flames light up by themselves—a torch “I waltz only with him.” There flared up a struggle which has not even yet Come to an end It seems, I did not crush it enough So to avoid him, she takes a side road Here the stones are of a different color The hedgerows less well-pruned—more friendly Soon the sky clears Open to the event