The night

Now it's time for all good men
to climb in their pyjamas
Night has come to put an end
to all the daily dramas
But we put on our party clothes
and go into the traverns
Now it's time for all good bats
to fly out of their caverns

There's more to do than just to sleep at night
the night has charme and mystery
A ship can't stay at anchor all the time
it's got to sail out on the bounding sea
So here's to you, and here's to life and love
and drinks and friendships that are strong
There's more to do than just to sleep at night
though life is short, the night is long

When the day is born again
in dark and dirty weather
see the birds and all the cats
congregate together
Whispering, they forge their
conversations into bombs
up the revolution
down in the catacombs

There's more to do than just to sleep at night
the night has charme and mystery
A ship can't stay at anchor all the time
it's got to sail out on the bounding sea
So here's to you, and here's to life and love
and drinks and friendships that are strong
There's more to do than just to sleep at night
though life is short, the night is long

Text
Hermann Hesse, Thatcher
Veröffentlicht
1987