Shards of glass cut through my gaze broken streamers hanging
at my legs drunk and giddy full of fate at the cabaret smokey stares
from the bar do stray bottles tumble I feel the misty spray what a perfect,
perfect day for the cabaret from afar he sees Venus rise
overwhelmingly beautiful he sighs the look of love was in her eyes
puts his hand upon her leg looking closer his lust begins to fade "what a drag,
" the queen did say. could this be a dream I'm in?
Fellini would be proud. gluttony enfolds the scene "give them one last round"
shining faces dance away swinging skirts between the panted legs
kaleidescoping then shassez in a blink the glasses fly suddenly joy
becomes a fight there they tossed and turned a sight

What good is sitting alone in your room?
Come hear the music play
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the Cabaret

Put down the knitting, the book and the broom
It's time for a holiday
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the Cabaret

Come taste the wine
Come hear the band
Come blow a horn, start celebrating
Right this way, your table's waiting

What good's permitting some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away
Life is a cabaret, old chum
So come to the Cabaret!

I used to have a girlfriend known as Elsie
With whom I shared four sordid rooms in Chelsea
She wasn't what you'd call a blushing flower...
As a matter of fact, she rented by the hour

The day she died the neighbors came to snicker:
"Well, that's what comes from too much pills and liquor!"
But when I saw her laid out like a Queen
She was the happiest corpse I'd ever seen

I think of Elsie to this very day
I remember how she'd turn to me and say
"What good is sitting all alone in you room?
Come hear the music play
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the Cabaret!"

And as for me, and as for me
I made my mind up back in Chelsea
When I go
I'm going like Elsie

Start by admitting from cradle to tomb
It isn't that long a stay
Life is a cabaret, old chum
It's only a cabaret, old chum
And I love a cabaret!

¿Dónde te encuentro, ladrón a sueldo?
¿Dónde fue puesto el alma, el coco y los pies?
¿Dónde me encuentro si no es en tu pecho?
Donde siento frío y calor, amor

¿Dónde pongo tu desdén? ¿En mi cuarto, en la pared?
¿Dónde cuelgo este revés que no me deja ser?

Porque es por ti que siento
Y por ti me estrello
Y por ti me enredo
Rezo y vuelvo a ser
Y es que sin ti me muero
Y yo sin ti me quemo
Y si es por ti reinvento
Lo que es el verbo amar
Lo que es el verbo amar

¿Dónde te encuentras, mi amante y asceta?
¿Dónde vas? ¿Dónde te atrincheras para amar?
¿Dónde me encuentro? Mi cuerpo está abierto
Para así fluir lento a tu compás

¿Dónde rige hoy nuestra ley?
Tú violentas mi querer
Donde mi alma es tu hotel
Hasta el amanecer

Porque es por ti que siento
Y por ti me estrello...

What good is sitting alone In you room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.

Put down the knitting, The book and the broom.
Time for a holiday.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.

Come taste the wine,
Come hear the band.
Come blow a horn,
Start celebrating;
Right this way,
Your table's waiting.

No use permitting Some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret!

Put down the knitting, The book and the broom.
Time for a holiday.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret & quot.