Whoever it is you may be, peace be to you and the world
Whoever it is you may be, for the cost of a cent.
And it doesn't matter anyway, somewhere in the sky,
For you a star shines.
Spilled wine on a white table,
Cry and laugh, wasting one's talent.
Wasting tears for nothing,
More water and bread, waiter!
Today's a holiday for the heart-and-soul
Like a red bow tied to a flag,
Don't worry and throw your pennies away,
More water and bread, waiter!
Come on, you're able to show for it!
Dance and laugh, everyone laughs from the nose,
Today's a joyous carnival,
[With] Clothes like a peacock and haughty poses. 1
Soon there, where no one will be called upon,
Where there is a crowd and cigarette smoke,
Where our fates are part of the carnival,
There where bread and water are abundant.
Today's a holiday for the heart-and-soul
Like a red bow tied to a flag,
Don't worry and throw your pennies away,
More water and bread, waiter!
And again the violins will sing tiredly,
And the shadows dance with fire.
Whoever it is you may be, what becomes of you,
It doesn't to you, nor to me.
And all this fuss is a good thing,
Like a red bow tied to a flag,
Don't worry and throw your pennies away,
Water and bread...
Today's a holiday for the heart-and-soul
Like a red bow tied to a flag,
Don't worry and throw your pennies away,
More water and bread, waiter!
1. Coming from the band wearing black, black, black, and tall black brim hats. Colorful like an edgy peacock