Spoken
"I got uh, I got a strange envelope in the mail not too long ago. It was a weird looking thing. It was very old, crinkly kind of manila paper and the writing on it was very faded, almost illegible ink. And when I opened this package dust blew into my face and I found inside this package a ca**et in incredibly decrepid, ancient condition so dried that it was almost impossible to play. It was only by some heroic reclamation efforts by some technicians that we were able to play this ca**et at all, and then we had to get it translated and what I'd like to do for you now is simply a translation of what I found on that ca**et."
Dear diary, dear diary, I'm writing these lines
The First of September nineteen thirty nine
Had lunch with Eva, went to the zoo
And oh by the way started World War Two
A good day
La, la, la
Un so to bed
Dear diary, dear diary, another day gone
Went bowling with Guring and watered the lawn
Went to the opera, went to a dance
Bombed London, bombed Conventry, rolled across France
A good day
La, la, la
Un so to bed
Dear diary, dear diary, to Moscow we go
The children all tell me that we shall have snow
The hills will be covered, the children will play
We're sure to take Stalingrad most any day
A good day
La, la, la
Un so to bed
Dear diary, dear diary, the hour is late
The Russians are bombing the Chancellery gate
The rate things are going they're sure to break in
Hello buenos iris vetaze in Berlin
A good day
Ta, ta, ta
Un so to bed
Guter nacht