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Crapülinski und Waschlapski

Language: German (Deutsch)

Crapülinski und Waschlapski,
Polen aus der Polackei,
Fochten für die Freiheit, gegen
Moskowiter-Tyrannei.

Fochten tapfer und entkamen
Endlich glücklich nach Paris -
Leben bleiben, wie das Sterben
Für das Vaterland, ist süß.

Wie Achilles und Patroklus,
David und sein Jonathan,
Liebten sich die beiden Polen,
Küßten sich: "Kochan! Kochan!"

Keiner je verriet den andern,
Blieben Freunde, ehrlich, treu,
Ob sie gleich zwei edle Polen,
Polen aus der Polackei.

Wohnten in derselben Stube,
Schiefen in demselben Bette;
Eine Laus und eine Seele,
Kratzen sie sich um die Wette.

Speisten in derselben Kneipe,
Und da keiner wollte leiden,
Da&aszlig; der andre für ihn zahle,
Zahlte keiner von den beiden.

Auch dieselbe Henriette
Wäscht für beide edle Polen;
Trällernd kommt sie jeden Monat,-
Um die Wäsche abzuholen.

Ja, sich haben wirklich Wäsche,
Jeder hat der Hemden zwei,
Ob sie gleich zwei edle Polen,
Polen aus der Polackei.

Sitzen heute am Kamine,
Wo die Flammen traulich flackern;
Draußen Nacht und Schnee gestöber
Und das Rollen von Fiakern.

Eine große Bowle Punsch,
(Es versteht sich, unverzückert,
Unversäuert, unverwässert)
Haben sie bereits geschlückert.

Und von Wehmut wird beschlichen
Ihr Gemüte; ihr Gesicht
Wird befeuchtet schon von Zähren,
Und der Crapülinski spricht:

"Hätt ich doch hier in Paris
Meinen Bärenpelz, den lieben
Schlafrock und die Katzfell-Nachtmütz,
Die im Vaterland geblieben!"

Ihm erwiderte Waschlapski:
"O du bist ein treuer Schlachzitz,
Denkest immer an der Heimat
Bärenpelz und Katzfell-Nachtmütz.

"Polen ist noch nicht verloren,
Unsre Weiben, sie gebären,
Unsre Jungfraun tun dasselbe,
Werden Helden uns bescheren,

"Helden, wie der Held Sobieski,
Wie Schelmufski und Uminski,
Eskrokewitsch, Schubiakski,
Und der große Eselinski."


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Crapülinski and Waschlapski

Language: English after the German (Deutsch)

Crapülinski and Waschlapski, 
not Poles but "Polacks," 
Fight for freedom 
against Moscow's tyranny.

They fight courageously and escape eventually 
and "luckily" to Paris,
Staying to live, because 
to die for the Fatherland is sweet.

Like Achilles and Patroklus, 
David and his Jonathan,
These same Poles loved each other, 
with friendly kisses: «Kochan! Kochan!»

Neither annoyed the other, 
but stayed true and honest friends
For they were quite alike, these two --
not Poles but "Polacks."

They lived in the same parlor, 
and slept in the same bed;
A louse and a soul 
outdoing each the other.

Dining in the same pub, 
that neither would mourn,
each for the other would pay 
when no one would pay for them both.

Also the very same Henriette 
washed for these two proud Poles;
Warbling along, she came every month 
to collect the washing.

Oh yes, they had real washing, 
for each had two shirts,
because they were so alike, these two,
not Poles but proud "Polacks."

They sat these days by hearths 
where flames flickered cozily,
while outside were night and snowstorms 
and the sounds of hackney cabs.

From a great bowl of punch
(understandably un-sugared,
unspoiled and undiluted) 
they have already quaffed.

A melancholy would creep 
into their souls;
their faces would moisten with tear drops, 
and Crapülinski spoke:

«If only I had here in Paris 
my bearskin, that dear sleeping jacket
and the cat-fur night cap 
that remain in the fatherland!»

Waschlapski replied: 
«Oh, you are a true countryman, 
thinking always of our homeland, 
the bearskin and cat-fur night cap.

Poland is not yet lost. 
Our nation's wives who delivered, 
and our nation's children who do the same, 
will bless us with heroes,

Heroes like the hero Sobieski, 
like Schlemufski and Uminiski,
Eskrokewitsch, Schubiaski 
and the great Eselinski.»


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