There on a flat paradeground
Kaspar holds the center
Up on his high horse.
A King, a duke gathered around and
On the opposite side, the public;
With the ranks bang bang bang
Marching strictly, as one.

Drinking the air awash with sunlight, 
Helmet and bayonet glittering,
Bubbling, shimmering and sparkling.
In the shadowy reviewing stand,
Bravo! Hurray! Jests and jokes.
Lighting-like glanced through opera glasses. 
Parading back and forth.

And next to me, who could that be?
Charmingly not so terribly elegant
Yet enchantingly chic.
If one were to look critically
Senses secretly heightened.
With hips moving trustingly,
Coupled with the music.

Kaspar, take what you've earned,
And what this garrison has led you to,
Protect yourself and us.
But now, my dear one
Let's hurry from the paradeground
Behind that wall there is a little place
Far from the glint and hubbub.

And there we will lie down,
I and my neighbor.
From afar, we hear "Tan-ta-ra!"
What joy to be a soldier.
What joy not to be one
When finally the two of us are quietly alone together,
etc.