Language: German (Deutsch)
Our translations: ENG FRE
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 hilft, kein Tau, kein Duft,
Kein Trunk will mir gedeihn.
Ich trink' im allerhöchsten Zug,
Und dennoch trink' ich nicht genug,
Fällt wie auf heißen Stein.
Was herrscht doch für ein hitz'ger Stern !
Er zehrt mir recht am innern Kern
Und macht mir Herzenspein.
Man dächte schier, ich sei verliebt ;
Doch 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 !
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- 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
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This text was added to the website: 2010-03-12
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Word count: 146
Language: English after the German (Deutsch)
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!
No rain helps, no dew, no scent,
No drink flourishes for me.
I drink the greatest of draughts,
And I never drink enough,
Falls like a drop upon a hot stone.
What a hot star is reigning!
It fairly saps my inner being
And causes me heartache.
One could quite think that I'm in love;
And 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!
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Translations of titles:
"Nimmersatt" = "Never sated"
"O schafft mir Wein" = "Oh, bring me wine"
"Trinklied" = "Drinking song"
"Was ist das für ein durstig Jahr" = "What a thirsty year it is"
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