In Vienna things get better every day,
There are wonders to see
While we waltz the night away.
Viennese perfection fills the details of our lives
Where the future reflects
And the past always survives
Let us talk of cabbages and kings
Not the shadow waiting in the wings…
See them dance to my tune
Hear them speak the words I say
When I bid them to be happy
They are happy to obey.
See them swagger and strut
As I give them back their nerve
Observe
The master of the strings!
There is discontentment out among the young upstarts
They're uneasy, restless
Or they are only bleeding hearts.
Shouldn’t we be careful
It’s as if the walls have ears
Makes no difference – you see,
It’s been this way for years.
Let us see what fate tomorrow brings
Till we understand the grander scheme of these things.
Let them plot, let them plan,
Let them think they’re in control.
When I bid them to be with me,
They are with me heart and soul
Let them fret in the end
They will get what they deserve
To serve
The master of the strings!
If I lift a finger then a favour gets bestowed
Move it this way, let’s say
And another one is owed.
Pull a little left until the radicals agree
Then a pull to the right
To control the bourgeoisie
Make another promise seem sincere
Pull another string and make it disappear.
There’s a sense of balance you develop or you fall
What approaches protocol at an angle.
One develops talents for discreet diplomacy
It’s a question of degree
Оr the strings will tangle
I survive by my wits and apologize to none
When they ask me to advise them
I advise them till I’d won.
They may smile, they may frown,
But it’s all the same to me – you see,
I’m master of the strings!
Let us dance, let us sing, let us all be light-at-day
When he bids us to be happy,
We are happy to obey.
We will smile, wait in style
Till he bids us to proceed
We need
The master of the strings
He is good, he is kind, he is everybody’s friend,
When he bids us all to follow,
We will follow to the end.
He just wants what is best,
Our opinions are all his
He is
The master of the strings!
We serve
The master of the strings
Long live
The master of the strings!
בוינה חיינו משתפרים הם עוד ועוד
יש נפלאות לראות
ויש וואלס כל הלילה לרקוד
שלמות וינאית את חיינו מאירה
אי העתיד נמצא
וההיסטוריה מאירה
בוא נדבר על אצילים
במקום על הצללים
הם רוקדים לצלילי
ומקשבים לכל דבריי
אם אומר להם לשמוח
הם יצייתו ודאי