Danse Macabre-Tim Burton Style

Danse Macabre - Camille Saint-Saens
I just love French impressionist composers  Classical continues...




<b>Poem by Henri Cazalis, <i>Translation Joel Sattler</i></b>


Ziggy zaggy zig, Mr. Death is dancing 
In a happy jig with a toothy grin 
Hopping on the graves, tapping on the tombs  
In the mid of night to a violin 


The wind blows cold, and the winter’s nigh  
The trees are all groaning under the sky 
The music plays, the skeletons fly 
The ghosts in their coffins are glad they died 


Ziggy zaggy zig, all the bones will shake 
Clicky clicky clack such a horrid sound 
And two corpses kiss with forgotten lips 
Mockery of love - lying on the ground 


Ziggy ziggy Zag, Mr. Death is fiddling 
All the dead will jump to his violin 
Now the shrouds are ripped and the bones are naked 
Imitation of - memory of sin 


The lady she lies with the poor guttersnipes 
She’d never of touched them in her past life 
She gives all her lust, at least then she tries 
If she were still mortal she’d have no pride 


Ziggy zaggy zig, what a bacchanalia 
Look at all the damned, dancing in a ring 
Such an awful sight is beyond all horror 
Terrible the sound if they try to sing! 


But wait! The day’s come round at last 
The cock’s now crowing, the sky is so red 
Oh such awful night, what an awful fright - so 
Be glad that we die - all equally dead!