The year was 1933 We stood there, you and me, As the smoke cleared from the train. There were puddles in the street, We strolled to Boite de Nuit To watch the Cabaret Petticoats and boots and blush This life in lights so grand and lush Now fading into dreams And on the stage Kastner and Fink still sing your tribute as the diva Of the silver screen (Oh what a dream)
The night we met you sang into my heart My Cleopatra from the start Donning lashes and a cane For yardsmen buskers and bourgeois You table danced a coup d'état While sipping pink champagne
The breeze grew cold and whispers told Of wolfs lurking beneath the fold We knew we couldn't stay
There were flowers in your hair I grabbed one, tossed it in the air You sang like Lady Day (What did you say?)
Farewell Kabarista, Your requiem's been played You've reached up to the moon Poured stars onto the stage Farewell Kabarista The writing's on the wall Den Letzten beißen die Hunde It's your final curtain call Kabarista farewell
You grabbed me by the hand And danced among the band Painted pictures on the wall Soon the sky was filled with light Hell came in with the night We'd soon watch Europe fall
With all the madness of a dream We pulled the curtain on the scene And fled for brighter days America you called our name, And so we sailed into the rain On to our last brigade
A week across a stormy sea, Hello lady liberty Your promises are grand. Two loves from out across the swell We've come to ring our bells, Plant seeds within your sands
One day again the sun will rise When fascist walls meet their demise And topple into Spring And you and I shall raise our flags In memory of those who died in drag And for whom we sing.
Farewell Kabarista Your requiem's been played You've reached up to the moon Poured stars onto the stage Farewell Kabarista The writing's on the wall Den Letzten beißen die Hunde It's your final curtain call
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