The sweeping fiddle,
Notes glittering,
As the trees sway,
Gently as the swinging strands,
Of the weeping willow,
Tangle and strangle me,
Who is hanging by the crook of my knees,
On a tree branch.
I'll only listen 'til I fall asleep,
And crack my skull,
On the stones below,
Swinging, swinging, by my feet,
How cold of you not to notice me,
Singing along with your endless playing,
And enticing my wakefulness in a bribe to exile,
With the lullaby's melody.
I've been tricked!
Now you cut me down,
And take my dead body as your pleasure,
"La, di, da", still playing while you kiss me,
Quite the fiddler you are,
But mind you,
The tree nymph's lips cheat too,
Now you're fertilizer for the tree and I'm still humming and dangling.
"La, di, da, da, DAAA! Delicious!"
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 9:18 PM UTC
The sweeping fiddle,
Notes glittering,
As the trees sway,
Gently as the swinging strands,
Of the weeping willow,
Tangle and strangle me,
Who is hanging by the crook of my knees,
On a tree branch.
I'll only listen 'til I fall asleep,
And crack my skull,
On the stones below,
Swinging, swinging, by my feet,
How cold of you not to notice me,
Singing along with your endless playing,
And enticing my wakefulness in a bribe to exile,
With the lullaby's melody.
I've been tricked!
Now you cut me down,
And take my dead body as your pleasure,
"La, di, da", still playing while you kiss me,
Quite the fiddler you are,
But mind you,
The tree nymph's lips cheat too,
Now you're fertilizer for the tree and I'm still humming and dangling.
"La, di, da, da, DAAA! Delicious!"