Finale Beggars choir

 
 What is that in the air? What is that filling night?
 Oh, what a beautiful stranger is coming our way!
 Look, his moon-shiny skin spreads silvery light
 Don't let him escape! We 'should make him stay!
 
 All I want is to touch him, all I want is to hold him
 All I need is to kiss him, all I wish is to hug him
 Go away, let me touch him, go away, let me hold him!
 Don't you dare! Let me kiss him! Don't you dare - he's for me!
 
 Oh, a piece of his clothes! Oh, a curl of his hair!
 Ah! See? I got his button! Quick, a pocket I tear!
 A feather from beret! Look, he's hurt! I don't care!
 I want get a piece too, let us share him! Not fair!
 
 Get away! Step aside! He is mine! I want him!

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 Oh, my God! What is that we have done?
 We have killed him! An innocent man! It's a sin!
 So, what now? I don't care - he is gone!
 
 And I've never felt happier in all my ragged life!
 Mine's his finger with a ring on it! Good Lord!
 I've got some of his curls! And I've got his knife -
 And I am 's happy 's it does only afford!
 
 And nothing is left of that fine little man
 There is not enough for his grave-pit to fill
 And what memory's here of that poor slaughtered lamb?
 Just some smell in the air! Do you feel?...