Camille Saint-Saens - Danse macabre, Op. 40 lyrics

Zig, zig, zig, d**h in cadence Striking a tomb with his heel d**h at midnight plays a dance-tune Zig, zig, zag, on his violin The winter wind blows, and the night is dark; Moans are heard in the linden trees White skeletons pa** through the gloom Running and leaping in their shrouds Zig, zig, zig, each one is frisking You can hear the cracking of the bones of the dancers A lustful couple sits on the moss So as to taste long lost delights Zig zig, zig, d**h contines The unending scraping on his instrument A veil has fallen! The dancer is naked Her partner grasps her amorously The lady, it's said, is a marchioness or baroness And her green gallant, a poor cartwright Horror! Look how she gives herself to him Like the rustic was a baron Zig, zig, zig. What a saraband! They all hold hands and dance in circles Zig, zig, zag. You can see in the crowd The king dancing among the peasants But hist! All of a sudden, they leave the dance They push forward, they fly; the c*** has crowed Oh what a beautiful night for the poor world! Long live d**h and equality!