Mackie the Knife after Bertolt Brecht

The shark has  teethes spike

And it wear them on the face,

But Mackie has a big sharp knife,

And the knife is not visibless.

The floats are red at the sharks, yes,

Each day the blood is flowing on.

Mackie the Knife  has a glove grace

With no the presupposition.

On a beautiful blue Sunday

A dead man lied on the beach;

And a man walks around dandy,

Ho is called Mackie  or leech.

Mayer Shmul has gone as missing,

Relatives are in tears all;

Mackie took all the currency -

It's impossible to find fault.

Jenny Towler once was found

With  a knife in her white chest;

Mackie the Knife is going around,

Innocent he as an insect.

Once there was a big fire in Soho:

Seven children, one old man -

in the crowd Mekhi Coho.

"It is not my fault," he explains.

Once the widow woke up - woe:

Defiled by the impudent man!

She was left to live in  longing for -

Mackie is blamed for her shame!