Cabaret [Hungarian translation]

What good is sitting alone in your room?

Come hear the music play.

Life is a Cabaret, old chum,

Come to the Cabaret.

Put down the knitting, the book and the broom.

It's time for a holiday.

Life is a Cabaret, old chum

Come to the Cabaret.

Come taste the wine, come hear the band

Come blow your horn, start celebrating

Right this way, your table's waiting.

What good's permitting some prophet of doom,

To wipe every smile away.

Life is a Cabaret, old chum,

So Come to the Cabaret!

I used to have this girlfriend known as Elsie,

With whom I shared four sordid rooms in Chelsea

She wasn't what you'd call a blushing flower

As a matter of fact she rented by the hour.

The day she died the neighbors came to snicker:

"Well, that's what comes from too much pills and liquor."

But when I saw her laid out like a Queen,

She was the happiest corpse I'd ever seen.

I think of Elsie to this very day.

I remember how she'd turn to me and say:

"What good is sitting all alone in you room?

Come hear the music play."

Life is a Cabaret, old chum.

Come to the Cabaret.

And as for me, and as for me,

I made my mind up, back in Chelsea,

When I go, I'm going like Elsie.

Start by admitting from cradle to tomb

It isn't that a long a stay.

Life is a Cabaret, old chum,

It's only a Cabaret, old chum

And I love a Cabaret.