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Was ist das für ein durstig Jahr! Die Kehle lechzt mir immerdar, Die Leber dorrt mir ein. Ich bin ein Fisch auf trocknem Sand, Ich bin ein dürres Ackerland, O schafft mir, schafft mir Wein! Was weht doch jetzt für trockne Luft! Kein Regen ist, kein Tau, kein Duft, Kein Trunk will mir gedeihn. Ich trink' und trinke Zug auf Zug, Und immer ist es nicht genug, Fällt wie auf heißen Stein. Was herrscht doch für ein hitz'ger Stern ! Er sengt und zehrt am innern Kern Und macht mir Herzenspein. Man dächte wohl, ich sei verliebt ; Ja, ja ! Die mir zu trinken gibt, Soll meine Liebste sein. Und wenn es euch wie mir ergeht, So betet, daß der Wein gerät, Ihr Trinker insgemein! O heil'ger Urban, schaff uns Trost, Gib heuer uns viel edlen Most, Daß wir dich benedein !
Composition:
- Set to music by Karl Friedrich Zelter (1758 - 1832), "Nimmersatt", published 1826 [ four-part men's chorus a cappella ], from Tafel-Lieder für Männerstimmen: Für die Liedertafel zu Berlin, von Carl Fried. Zelter. Heft V, no. 3, Berlin: T. Trautwein
Text Authorship:
- by Johann Ludwig Uhland (1787 - 1862), "Trinklied"
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2024, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Chanson à boire", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Research team for this page: Sharon Krebs [Senior Associate Editor], Pierre Mathé [Guest Editor] , Melanie Trumbull , Johann Winkler
This text was added to the website: 2010-03-12
Line count: 24
Word count: 146
What a thirsty year it is! My throat is always parched, My liver withers on me. I am a fish upon dry sand, I am an arid field, Oh, bring me wine! What a dry breeze is blowing now! There is no rain, no dew, no scent, No drink flourishes for me. I drink draught upon draught, And always it is not enough, Falls like a drop upon a hot stone. What a hot star is reigning! It singes and saps my inner being And causes me heartache. One could quite think that I'm in love; Yes, yes ! She who gives me something to drink Shall be my beloved. And if things are going for you as for me, Then pray that the wine turns out well, All ye drinkers together! Oh holy Urban, bring us comfort, Give us this year much noble must, So that we may bless you!
Text Authorship:
- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2024 by Sharon Krebs, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf.
Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Johann Ludwig Uhland (1787 - 1862), "Trinklied"
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This text was added to the website: 2024-11-02
Line count: 24
Word count: 162