Seit ich so viele Weiber sah
Language: German (Deutsch)
Our translations: ENG ENG FRE LIT
Seit ich so viele Weiber sah,
Schlägt mir mein Herz so warm,
Es summt und brummt mir hier und da,
Als wie ein Bienenschwarm.
Und ist ihr Feuer meinem gleich,
Ihr Auge schön und klar,
So schlaget wie der Hammerstreich
Mein Herzchen immerdar.
Bum, bum, bum.
Ich wünschte tausend Weiber mir,
wenn's recht den Göttern wär;
da tanzt ich wie ein Murmeltier
in's Kreuz und in die Quer.
Das wär ein Leben auf der Welt,
da wollt' ich lustig seyn,
ich hüpfte wie ein Haas durch's Feld,
und's Herz schlüg immerdrein.
Bum, bum, bum.
Wer Weiber nicht zu schätzen weiss;
ist weder kalt noch warm,
und liegt als wie ein Brocken Eis
in eines Mädchens Arm.
Da bin ich schon ein andrer Mann,
ich spring' um sie herum;
mein Herz klopf froh an ihrem an
und machet : bum, bum bum.
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Martha Elliott) , "Slow waltz", copyright © 2003, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Michael P Rosewall) , "Slow waltzes", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Valse lente", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- LIT Lithuanian (Lietuvių kalba) (Giedrius Prunskus) , copyright © 2023, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 26
Word count: 140
Slow waltzes
Language: English after the German (Deutsch)
On seeing so many lovely maids
My heart beats with heat,
It hums and thrums all about,
Like a swarm of bees.
And if her flame matches mine,
Within her beautiful clear eyes,
Just like the blows of a hammer
Does my little heart pound.
Boom, boom, boom.
I'd wish for a thousand women,
If the gods were truly just,
Then I'd dance around like a marmot1
This way and that,
That would be a life, in this world,
That I'd love to have.
I'd hop like a hare through the fields,
And within my heart would always beat.
Boom, boom, boom.
He that doesn't treasure women
Is neither cold nor warm
And lies like a block of ice
On a girl's arm.
But I'm another man,
I dance all around her;
And my heart beats happily against hers
And goes: boom, boom, boom.
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1 note: marmots were often used by travelling musicians with
hurdy-gurdies to perform various tricks.
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Line count: 26
Word count: 144