Song: Mack the Knife

Apparently murder ballads were once all the rage. One of my friends memorized the English translations of the original German lyrics to "Die Moritat von Mackie Messer" and recites them from time to time out of the blue -- "And the shark he has teeth and he wears them in his face and MacHeath he has a knife but the knife you don't see." It's both a charming and creepy habit.

An "illustrated" version:



And the shark, he has teeth
And he wears them in his face
And MacHeath, he has a knife
But the knife you don't see

On a beautiful blue Sunday
Lies a dead man on the Strand*
And a man goes around the corner
Whom they call Mack the Knife

And Schmul Meier is missing
And many a rich man
And his money has Mack the Knife,
On whom they can't pin anything.

Jenny Towler was found
With a knife in her chest
And on the wharf walks Mack the Knife,
Who knows nothing about all this.

And the minor-aged widow,
Whose name everyone knows,
Woke up and was violated
Mack, what was your price?

And some are in the darkness
And the others in the light
But you only see those in the light
Those in the darkness you don't see

But you only see those in the light
Those in the darkness you don't see