The Tales of Hoffmann

Some drink, drink, drink, drink, drink

Do you hear us about

You lazy lout

We want some beer

We want some wine

We want some wine

We want some beer

We want some wine

We want some beer

We want some wine

Pour out the wine

and drink and drink till morning

Pour out the wine

for drinking is divine

It is divine

Pour out the wine

and drink and drink till morning

Pour out the wine

Pour out the wine

And drink

for drinking is divine

We want some wine

and drink till morning

We want some wine

and drink till morning

We want some wine

We want some wine

And drink and drink till morning

We want some wine

Good day, my friends

Good day

A chair, a glass of wine

and a pipe

Excuse me, Master

if you don 't mind

I'll sit and drink and smoke

same as you

Fair's fair

- How true

Make a place for two

Come on, make a place for two

Nott' e giorno mal dormire

The devil take you and Mozart

At once, sir

What makes you so put out

Indeed we never would have known you

Now what on earth

brought that about

Frozen earth all dead or dying

There in the snow buried deep

And outside where he was lying

The sight of a drunkard asleep

That's true

Seeing him there

a craving seized my brain

For drinking

Yes, drinking

Then do the same

Lie down there in the ditch

- And for a pillow

- The pavement

- And for a roof

- The sky

- What about sheets

- The rain

Are you having nightmares, Hoffmann

The first song is yours then

Don 't make us ask again

The chorus leave to us

Yes, leave that to us

Right

Choose something that's gay

Sing the song of the rat

No, we're all sick of that

I know

We'll have to have

the one about Kleinzach

Oh, yes, come on

We'll have the song about Kleinzach

Right

Here's Kleinzach

Now long ago

the duke of renowned Eisenach

The duke of Eisenach

Employed a tiny clown

with the name of Kleinzach

He had the name Kleinzach

He wore a busby big and black

And his noddle

his noddle did go crick-crack

Crick-crack

Crick-crack

So that's

So that's Kleinzach

- Crick-crack

- Crick-crack

- Crick-crack

- Crick-crack

So that's

So that's

Kleinzach

He also had a paunch

quite as stout as a stack

As stout as any stack

His feet looked just like twigs

sticking out of a sack

Like twigs in any sack

He capered like a jumping jack

And his knees cracked together

And went click-clack

Click-clack

Click-clack

So that's

So that's Kleinzach

- Click-clack

- Click-clack

- Click-clack

- Click-clack

So that's

So that's

Kleinzach

Now what words

What words to paint those features

Now what words to paint those features

Now what words

What words to paint those features

To paint those features

Past comparing

She is there

Fair

Fair as dawn of the day

When love first bade me dare

to leave the home of my youth

And in my heart to swear

I would fly far away

to a world we could share

Oh, her hair

Oh, her hair with its curls entwining

Shed a warmth where the snow

of her bosom was shining

Her eyes, her eyes

unfathomed lakes of blue

Spread around where she trod

A reflection as true

And as our pageant car

By cupids all attended

Sped on with ne'er a jar

Her voice with triumph blended

While mortals held their breath

Sang out with heavenly art

While mortals held their breath

She sang with heavenly art

Till echoes melt in death

Resounding

Through

My heart

Oh, Stella

Three women blended as one

Three souls

United as one

True artist

Tender maiden

And courtesan

My mistress

No, no, rather say my three

Three magic visions fair to see

Of all my life they claimed a part

Would you hear

the three tales of my folly of love

Yes, yes, yes

Now what do you mean

three magic visions

Your pipe

And by the time

you have to light it up again

You'll know why

when all has been said

Even you, who in this tale

of my heart and its pain

Showed good sense

and still kept your head

Good sirs

the curtain is going to rise

Let it rise then

Let it rise then

- For that we don 't care a pin

- No, we don 't care a pin

Right you are

Now we 're in our glory

While we drink

listen to a story

At the clouds of our smoke we gaze

And see dreams in the growing haze

At the clouds of our smoke we gaze

And see dreams

In the growing haze

I'll begin then

Begin then

Begin then

Here 's the story of the first

Olympia was her name

There, sleep in peace

Aha

Modest and sweet and clever

Through her I shall endeavor

to recoup the whole sum at a stroke

That I lost

when my backer went broke

Yes, but what of Coppelius

I swear he sits up nights

thinking up ways to blackmail me

By filing a claim against me

for inventor's rights

Words fail me

Well, I'm glad he 's not here

Ah, come in

Sir, good day

An early hour to call, sir

Tell me, sir, you're a pupil

Not worth your skill at all, sir

You're too modest, I should say

Pay to art no more attention

Learn mechanical invention

Then a degree

Might come your way

There's my daughter to see, sir

She's a heavenly sight

Yes, science is always right

do you hear

Olympia 's very, very dear

First his science, then his daughter

What can be the connection

Cochenille, come to me, sir

Go turn up all the lights

And the ch-cham-p-pagne

Leave that to me

Stay here, my boy

I'll return to you straight

So be it

To my fate I bid defiance

I will study naught but science

Let knowledge come in any guise

I must deserve

The one I treasure

In my heart I feel there's a measure

Of the stuff that makes men wise

She is there

If I dared

She's there

Now could I dare

Oh, how fair

How divinely fair

Ah, could we two together

Know the same tomorrow

The same remembered past

We could share every joy

Could share in every sorrow

Could share in every sorrow

Yes, every sorrow

we could share to the last

May then

Oh, may my dreaming

In you reflect the morn

Let clouds of glory streaming

Proclaim that love is born

Let clouds of glory streaming

Proclaim that love is born

'Tis I, Coppelius

Now look out

Very gently

A man

Who can he be

What's he eyeing so intently

Our Olympia, eh

Why not

Their Olympia, eh

Young fellow

My dear sir

Hears not a jot

Dear sir

Dear sir

Yes, what

Oh, Coppelius, sir, is my name

As a friend

I Signor Spalanzani attend

You see all these barometers

And hygrometers and thermometers

Very cheap, but pay in cash

and you'll agree you've not been rash

These glasses in a flash

turn all as black as a sweep

Or else as white as whitening

As white as whitening

Dark as night, dark as night

Bright as lightning

I've got eyes, actual eyes, alive

And eyes a-blazing

I have eyes people prize

for hidden hearts are they appraising

And at times it may befall

A heart they can present

To those who've got none at all

I've got eyes, actual eyes, alive

And eyes a-blazing

I've got eyes

Lovely eyes

See

Would you try the heart of a woman

Whether kind or whether inhuman

Would you rather have the knack

To see it white when it is black

Look and you will see

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