The Solomon Song (From The Threepenny Opera, as performed in Brecht on Brecht)

歌詞

Remember wise old Solomon Recall his history He was the wisest man on earth And so he cursed the day of his birth He knew that all is vanity So not much fun Had Solomon But most of us might agree We're not much better off than he His brains it was that put him on the spot Now I thought that brains were good Guess not Remember Cleopatra fair Recall her destiny Her glamour put men in her grasp But one day she reclined on her asp It bit her, she died in agony Without one friend She sensed her end And girls who weren't fair at all Lived to see Cleopatra's fall Her very glamour put her on the spot Now I thought that glamour paid off Guess not Into the fire has our Macheath Leapt from the frying pan While he was tough and used his sense He remained the pride of swindler and fence Was every chippie's promised man Then the poor dope Went soft as soap Forgot the things that he had won He trusted us and was undone His melting heart, it put him on the spot I was thinking about reforming Guess not You know that hound for answers Brecht You've sung his praise about He kept asking you with no respect From where to the rich their riches collect Until you had to throw him out What a nagging one Was my mother's son And look before the day was done The world could see what followed on His thirst to know had put him on the spot Ah, to be the eternal student? Guess not