Second Chapter
The Werkelmann crouches on a dugout canoe in the morass of the graveyard and guides the brittle wood haphazardly from one swamp walkway to the other. He wears a bell around his neck, which he hits headlessly into the wind. Again and again, louder and greedier. In his right hand he holds a checkered fabric umbrella, in his left his mocking little head. He rings death's bell and whirls loudly into a frosty night of death. “He screams from me, the screamer,” he says, babbling, and across the country to the cute ringing horses that, as if half-heartedly raised, jump up and down next to the stinking swamp and to the out-of-tune confusion of a requiem pianist.
WERKELMANN< br/>It screams crazy, death from me!
He laughs and plays and dances with me!
Solo clarinet/violin
THE DEVIL'S GENERAL (notices that the Werkelmann has left his crypt has)
All right, what's rattling in the box?
All right, meck-meck-meck, the workman is gone!
THE BUCKLIGE
What is he doing, what is he splashing about in the dirty reed?
A little umbrella as a sail, the little head in the limb.
The Werkelmann rocks the dugout canoe in the dung,
The Werkelmann is dead!
THE WERKELMANN (confused, his word addressed to death)
Yes, does death sleep in me?
Where is it, where is it for me? (Where is he crouching for me?)
THE HUNCHED ONE
He stirs up his torment, puts the minstrel on the horse in the lunge!
BERTRAM, THE SERVANT (inviting)
On the horse , who knows this one -
Death announces: The box is running!
BLACK DOLLS (refrain)
A dead man loves to play a carousel game, Death drives him foolishly in circles !
He drives wrestling, the white horses are painted, the work is lubricated by the devil!
The white horses are painted... lubricated by the devil!
BLACK DOLLS (refrain)
Yes, clap your hands, you dead people, why are you wilting, why are you dying here?
Yes, just look, a dead man is driving Play a ring game and ride the golden animals!
Yes, listen to this babbling dead man, why is he cold, why is he shivering here?
Yes, just look, a dead man plays a ring game and rides the golden ones Animal'!
BLACK DOLLS (whispered)
Clap your hands, you dead!
Why are you wilting? Why are you dying here?
Clap your hands, the workman, he's doing his sixtieth lap!
His skull smashed on the ground, the snot just ran out of his mouth!< br/>...out of your mouth! ...your mouth! ...from the mouth!
THE WORKMAN (whispering)
Everything stands still at the fairground.
Death held on to the wooden frame.
The white horses stand still. Deadly quiet?
Where is my little head? Lost?
Death (?) is gone and left me alive.
THE WERKELMANN (THE HUNCHED ONE)
He caught my breath and pulled me out of the moor,
He grinned, that clown, when I was cold.
The white horses stood still.
He turned my crank and the white horses scurried away,
Death left me dangling and ran away!
The white horses stand still.
THE WORKER
Turn the crank - body pack!
Get the devil out of the bag!
BLACK DOLLS (refrain)
Yes, clap the little hands, you dead people, why are you withering away, why are you dying here?
Yes, just look, a dead man is playing carousels and riding the golden animals!
...the animals ! ...death?
the T-o-d!

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