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X-mas party 2003.
The translation was later adapted and used by The Tiger Lillies (album Urine Palace):
https://www.tigerlillies.com/2003/index.php?main=recordings&pubId=22


Yellow Angel

In nightclubs and in restaurants,
at cheapest Paris fairgrounds,
in this obscene electric paradise,
all night I'm sadly singing,
with fury and hand-wringing,
and people laugh at how I agonize.

Jazz bands go jingle-jangle,
and vicious monkeys scramble
to show me their crippled teeth again.
I'm cockeyed, drunk, obnoxious,
I ask them to the oceans
and strew the faded blooms on their champagne.

When the morning comes around,
I will trudge through sleepy towns.
Even children, they will frown,
they will run away in fright.
I'm an old and tired clown,
swinging toy swords up and down,
but the bright rays of my crown
force the daylight torch to die.

Jazz bands go jingle-jangle.
The monkeys dance and gambol,
they shout "Merry Christmas!" and "Come on!"
I'm drunk in my nirvana,
asleep at the piano,
despite this crazy celebration drone.

The tower clock is striking
and footmen douse the lighting,
all candles on the Christmas tree are out.
Musicians they are leaving,
here comes the end of evening,
but can I even raise my face I doubt.

In the dark, a yellow angel
quietly jumps off green fir branches.
And he tells me: "Poor Maestro,
you are tired, you are bad.
In the brothels, dens, and night streets,
you are said to sing the tango.
Even here, in good old Heaven,
we are all surprised by that."

And I hark to cruel speeches,
and conceal my wistful features,
wiping tears with my old tailcoat,
tears of shame and tears of pain.
And above, in blue high heavens,
God extinguishes holy candles.
And the sorrowful yellow angel
gently flickers on the wane.

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