Keiner Weint um Hexen [No one mourns the wicked] [English translation]

ENSEMBLE:

How well!

She died!

The Witch of the West died!

The wickedest witch who sprang in Oz,

Which doused us with terror here in Oz,

Is dead!

How well!

How well!

MAN:

There! There's Glinda!

GLINDA:

My dear fellow citizens!

This is a day

Grateful joy!

Let us of virtue celebrate no longer threatened

The wicked workings of the - you know who.

At the end wins but always

- That's the wonderful thing -

The good, the beautiful, true.

What may be.

It's over.

Now we are ...

MAN:

No one mourns the Wicked.

WOMAN:

Not a man she misses here.

ENSEMBLE:

Everyone leaves happy to rest in the grave.

MAN:

Who is good, hate witches.

WOMEN:

Even as children, we learn:

ENSEMBLE:

We're doing poorly,

If we do evil.

GLINDA:

And Goodness knows

Even evil are vulnerable.

Goodness knows,

The evil dies alone.

For the price of the badness

Is ultimately:

Be lonely.

ENSEMBLE:

Yes, Goodness knows

Even evil are vulnerable.

Goodness knows,

The evil dies alone.

Cold as ice brings the badness

They ultimately

Another.

GLINDA:

Is anyone evil from birth?

Or do you get instilled evil until later?

After all, she had a father.

She had a mother ... like so many of us.

WITCH'S FATHER:

Today you are alone, that worries me.

WITCH'S MOTHER:

You're already there tomorrow again.

WITCH'S FATHER:

Duty calls me away.

I have to go, but my heart remains close to you ...

GLINDA:

And like any family - one had his secrets.

STRANGER:

Drinking with me on your dark eyes!

Tomorrow morning I have been away from here.

My green elixir will refresh you,

While now we mix.

Take a few good sips,

And then back up another notch to me ...

GLINDA:

But from the hour of her birth she was ... well, different.

MIDWIFE:

It now comes!

WITCH'S FATHER:

What?

MIDWIFE:

The baby is coming now!

WITCH'S FATHER:

Yes there!

MIDWIFE:

I see the head.

WITCH'S FATHER:

I see your knees!

BOTH:

A pretty and healthy little ...

WITCH'S FATHER:

Great Oz!

WITCH'S MOTHER:

How so? What is it?

MIDWIFE:

How can that be?

WITCH'S FATHER:

After all the troubles!

MIDWIFE:

That's horrible.

WITCH'S FATHER:

This is bold!

BOTH:

Like a froggy fresh cabbage

Is this child very unusually ...

Green!

WITCH'S FATHER:

Take it off ... take it away!

GLINDA:

So you see ... it can easily not have been easy.

ENSEMBLE:

No one mourns the Wicked.

Finally, the witch is dead.

Finally, the country is freed from her.

And Goodness knows

We see what virtue teaches.

Goodness knows ...

The evil dies alone ...

(She died alone.)

What the circle (our circle) leaves,

The virtue honors,

Must not be.

No one mourns the Wicked.

GLINDA:

How well!

ENSEMBLE:

No one mourns the Wicked.

GLINDA:

How well!

ENSEMBLE:

No one mourns the Wicked.

Witches!

Witches!