She said \'yes, but only on Tuesdays\'.
I did not know how to take her.
She said \'Tuesday is a special day\'.
I said, \'Yeah, like Mondays and Fridays\'.
Turn the wheel
Don\'t conceal
What you want
And what is real.
I said, \'Eat up your porridge, dear\'.
She said, \'Go away and don\'t come back\'.
I did not know how to take her.
Maybe I\'ll bring a translator next time.
Turn the wheel
Don\'t conceal
What you are
And what you feel.
She was not happy, but still tried hard,
She said, \'Don\'t go. Don\'t you know anything?\'
I said, \'As a rule, nothing at all.\'
I certainly didn\'t know how to take her.
Turn the wheel
No big deal
Another time
And all will heal.
\'Well,\' she said, \'the rumour is out.\'
\'It is?\' I retorted. \'What rumour is that?\'
\'The cat is dead. Long live the cat!\'
Then I understood, and I took her.
From behind
The curtain
Came an awful cry
\'Stop, stop,
no more, no more.
I can\'t take it any more.\'
But life is good
And must be lived
Whatever it may bring
So dance and sing
Merrily
And merrily
Dance and sing.
\'Tis Easter eve,
And the birds do fly.
Ta ra Ta ra Ta ra!