Come, let us now go 
to the land of Cockaigne!
See, there life is happy 
and sadness [is] unknown!
See, there one can live cheaply,
And have a good time free of charge:
Brooks of milk and honey flow,
And the wine gushes from the cliffs!

All the dishes have turned out well,
And it's not difficult to find them.
Geese and ducks, already roasted,
Run around all over the place.
With the carving knife in its back,
Every pig - roasted - runs by.
Oh, how rapturous it is!
Oh, who wouldn't want to be there?

And the branches [of the trees] are full and heavy
With cakes and buttery rolls.
Figs grow in the hedges,
Pineapples in the surrounding bushes.
No one is allowed to toil or bend [to lift anything];
Everything arrives all on its own.
Oh, how rapturous it is!
Oh, who wouldn't want to be there?

And the streets everywhere,
Every pathway and every lane,
Are built of sugary cakes,
candies and marzipan.
And the bridges, all made of pretzels,
Present themselves handsomely and finely.
Oh, how rapturous it is!
Oh, who wouldn't want to be there?

Yes, that may be a beautiful life 
and a merry land.
Many a person has tried to go there,
But no one ever succeeded in entering.
And if you don't have wings,
You will not even make it to the gates,
For a huge mountain
Of plum jam lies in the way.