Jeder lügt so gut er kann

The truth is rarely pleasant
And lying is unfortunately so convenient
Even the children find it child's play
Everyone lies while supplies last

The truth is rarely flattering
Saying them requires soul strength
And who always has them on hand
Lies bloom on water and land

What would lawyers mean if every lie suddenly fell away
And for diplomats it has long been part of their hand luggage
Don't you wrap the people in a blue haze of lies before the elections
And the statisticians with numbers raise them to a high art

The truth is rarely appropriate
But the lie is brought to the man
If it was weak, it will burst pretty soon
But the good ones often live to a ripe old age

At first, you use it sparingly
In the long run, it becomes too stupid
And one more doesn't matter anymore
Yes, everyone lies as best they can

I often think with horror what the advertising promises us
In contrast, Münchhausen was a dilettante, a small light
If there were no lies in dramas, Othello would have wife and child today
Yes, and what do the fine ladies who are seven years forty do

The truth rarely appears unvarnished
That's why you absolutely need the lie
Only through them does our world run normally
Without them, it would be a Neanderthal

Lies come in fresh and tasteless forms
Those out of love and those out of pure tact
Even the best-behaved needs them now and then
Yes and then he lies as best he can