Deutsche Oper, "La Bohème:

Es traf sich dort Crème de la Crème,

widowed, once in Wilmersdorf,

A little bit of scab on my décolletage.

Various dignitaries

They also lent Puccini their ears.

It was Nobel, just like before.

And Mimi died so beautifully:

Arms Ding with TBC.

But it apparently didn't hurt much:

Mimi had enough breath to sing,

all the way to the crypt.

She sang all of that beautifully.

The audience seemed to have succeeded.

The world premiere was completely different,

Puccini received little honor.

Not a single hand stirred,

The audience remained ice-cold.

Back home again, under the little fir tree,

We think to ourselves: what a shame.