Coppelius I Get Used To It
We come from a time so different from this
Sometimes your era can be a bliss
Back then to hear the music that we play
Was not that easy as it is today
People had to travel some hundred miles away
But was it really worth the price they had to pay
Without maps we were not loud enough
And our music of that time was not that rough
Modern times throw me in a daze
My eyes are burning from the blaze
Fells like being in a pit - But
I get used to it
Cello Solo
If there was something to celebrate
Something to commemorate
We had much more than a cask of wine
This is why we lost track of time
Klarinettensoli
To court our men had much more to dare
To get the Ladies - it's so unfair
Two hundred years later, how hace men advanced
It's all so clear, the ladies lead the dance
Modern times throw me in a daze
My eyes are burning from the blaze
Fells like being in a pit - But
I get used to it
