Text by Heinrich Heine (1797-1856)
Translated into English by Joseph Massaad
Fiddles, flutes
and horns unite, And to the idol-dance invite. All of Jacob's daughter spring; Around the golden calf, they dance, Brum- brum- brum, like in a trance. Kettle drums and laughter ring! Tunics girded up to the loin, Aaron himself could not |