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Look how our shadow, look, Movitz Mon frère
how in darkness it is embraced
How gold and velvet, in the shovel, over there
turns to gravel and tatters.
There waves Charon from his rushing river
and three times, then, the grave digger
Therefore, Movitz, come help me lever
a headstone over our sister!
The little bell chimes with the great bell's rumble
Spangled stands the cantor in the door
And with the bawling boy's prayer
Sanctified is this place.
The road to the temple's grave adorned city
is trambled between roses' yellowing leaves
Mouldering planks and stretchers
Until that long, dressed in black, row
softly bows in tears.
So went to rest, from brawling and ball
Quarrel maker Löfberg, your spouse
There, by the grass, long necked and thin
She still stares back.
She from Dantobommen parted today
And with her, all merry bands
Who will now the bottle command?
Thirsty was she, so thirsty am I
We are thirsty, all of us.