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Das Schlimmste, was ich vom Leben weiß

Language: German (Deutsch)

Das Schlimmste, was ich vom Leben weiß,
Ist, daß es einmal muß enden,
Sonst wollt' ich als tausendjähriger Greis
Mein Krüglein noch drehen und wenden.
Und krähte der nüchterne Morgenhahn,
Mich sollt' er vom Schemel nicht bringen,
Ich wollt' auf den wackligen Schenktisch schla'n
Und trommeln und pauken und singen:
     Gling glang gloria!
     Potori est victoria!
Bring' Einer es dem Andern rum,
Daß es von Eim zum Andern kumm!

Und käm' mir Magister und Doctor ins Haus,
Ich wollte vor Keinem mich ducken,
Ich streckte dem Teufel die Zunge heraus
Und ließ' ihn durchs Schlüsselloch gucken.
Doch ein Brüderchen links und ein Brüderchen rechts,
Das ließ' ich mir gerne gefallen,
Da sollt' in der Hitze des Bechergefechts
Mein Stimmlein gar lieblich erschallen:
     Gling glang gloria!
     Potori est victoria!
Bring' Einer es dem Andern rum,
Daß es von Eim zum Andern kumm!

Noch seh' ich das Ende der Dinge nicht ein
Und das Wenn und Warum hier im Leben,
Noch bin ich so jung wie der älteste Wein,
Will Alles noch nehmen und geben.
Ist die hübscheste Maid doch, der treu'ste Kumpan
Und der stattlichste Humpen mein eigen,
Und was ich so recht mit dem Herzen gethan,
Das kann ich nun mal nicht verschweigen.
     Gling glang gloria!
     Potori est victoria!
Bring' Einer es dem Andern rum,
Daß es von Eim zum Andern kumm!

Beim vorletzten Glas und beim letztletzten Kuß
Da will ich vielleicht mich besinnen
Und denken: meinswegen! was sein muß, das muß!
Die köstlichsten Tropfen verrinnen.
Dem Trinker der Sieg und dem Sänger der Ruhm!
Dafür in der Hölle zu braten,
Das nenn' ich, ihr Nipper, ein Märtyrerthum,
Stoßt an! auf die künftigen Thaten!
    Gling glang gloria!
     Potori est victoria!
Bring' Einer es dem Andern rum,
Daß es von Eim zum Andern kumm!


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Confirmed with Der wilde Jäger. Eine Waidmannsmär von Julius Wolff, Berlin: G. Grote’sche Verlagsbuchhandlung, 1889, pages 56-57.


Submitted by Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor]

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  • ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , title 1: "Gling glang Gloria", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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Gling glang Gloria

Language: English after the German (Deutsch)

The worst that I know of life
Is that it must end sometime,
Otherwise I, as a thousand-year-old man,
Would still like to twist and turn my little jug.
And if the sober cock crows in the morning,
He would not move me from my stool,
I would beat upon the wobbly tavern table
And thrum and drum and sing:
     Gling glang gloria!
     Potori est victoria! [The goblets have the victory!]
May one pass it to another,
So that it goes from one to the other.

And if people with master’s and doctorates came in,
I would not bow before anyone,
I would stick my tongue out at the devil
And let him peer through the keyhole.
But a drinking companion to the left and a drinking companion to the right,
That I would gladly tolerate,
In the heat of the battle of the goblets
My little voice should ring out beautifully:
     Gling glang gloria!
     Potori est victoria! [The goblets have the victory!]
May one pass it to another,
So that it goes from one to the other.

I do not yet see the end of all things
And the whence and the why here in life,
I am still as young as the oldest wine,
I still wish to take and give everything.
The loveliest maiden, the most faithful chum
And the grandest tankard are mine,
And what I did with all my heart,
That I simply cannot keep to myself.
     Gling glang gloria!
     Potori est victoria! [The goblets have the victory!]
May one pass it to another,
So that it goes from one to the other.

At the second-last glass and the last-last kiss
I might possibly have second thoughts
And think:  very well then! what must be, must be!
The most precious drops trickle away.
Victory to the drinker and glory to the singer!
To roast in hell for that,
Is, you sippers, what I call a martyrdom,
A toast!  to future exploits!
     Gling glang gloria!
     Potori est victoria! [The goblets have the victory!]
May one pass it to another,
So that it goes from one to the other.


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