Comrades, raise your glass to the maidens,
A toast, a triple toast! --
Life is doubly sweet for us
When they walk along on our arm,
A young man steps along more proudly.
He would like to have everything, everything,
In order to give it to her immediately,
Even if it were the entire world.
Lovely maidens, sweet maidens!
Comrades, raise your glass!

  Comrades, etc.
If you wish to write poetry, if you wish to sing,
Without them nothing can succeed;
What came off, dies off
But when from the lips of the sweet one 
Our songs greet us again 
Then it streams forth anew from a refreshed spirit.
Lovely maidens etc.

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  Comrades, etc.
Everyone is to greet his own,
And the poet is to greet all sweet ones!
Quickly empty your glasses!
Drink! and then throw all of them against the wall!
Let it crash, let it resound!
No one is ever to drink from them again!
Lovely maidens , sweet maidens! 
Comrades, raise your glass!