by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Die Busserln
Language: German (Deutsch)
Ich weiß nicht, ein Bussel, das schmeckt halt so gut,
es macht ein'n so lustig, es hebt ein'n das Blut;
es ist nicht von Zucker, das weiß man doch g'wiss,
und schmeckt doch ak'rat wie Ziweben so süß!
Ich zählte just damals das achtzehnte Jahr -
nein, nicht dass ich lüg', weil's erst 's sechzehnte war -
da raubte ein Mann mir den ersten Gekuss!
Ich weinte und trat ihn vor Zorn auf den Fuß.
Den zweiten bekam ich auf's Jahr von ein'm Freund,
da hab' ich schon nimmermehr d'rüber geweint,
ich hab' mich nur g'schamt, ja, ich muss es gesteh'n,
weil's uns're Nachb'rin vom Fenster hat g'seh'n.
Den dritten, den wollt' ich um keinen Preis geb'n;
er hat mich wohl küsst - aber immer daneb'n!
Ich schrei', hab' ich g'sagt, wenn S' nicht geben ein' Fried!
Ich schrei', hab' ich g'sagt - aber g'schrie'n hab' ich nit!
Beim vierten und fünften, da war ich's schon g'wöhnt;
auf Ehr', nach dem sechsten hab' ich mich schon g'sehnt.
D'rum will ich's nur sag'n, denn was nutzt das Verstell'n:
Ja, wie S' mich jetzt seh'n, jetzt wärn's nimmer zu zähl'n!
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- ENG English (Johann Winkler) , "The Kiss", copyright © 2022, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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The Kiss
Language: English after the German (Deutsch)
I don't know why, but a kiss has such a good taste,
it makes one merry, it warms the blood;
it's not made from sugar, so much we know for certain,
but it tastes exactly as sweet as raisins.
I was just eighteen years of age -
no, if I think of it, I was only sixteen then -
a man stole the first kiss from me;
I wept and treaded on his foot!
A year later I got one from a friend,
and then I didn't weep any more,
I only felt ashamed, I must confess,
because our neighbour saw it from her window.
The third one I didn't want to give at any price;
he kissed me all right - but he missed each time!
I said: "I'll shout, if you don't hold peace!"
Well, I said it - but shout for sure I did not!
When the fourth and the fifth came, I was already accustomed to it,
and to say the truth, for the sixth one I was longing already.
Therefore I say openly, because it's no use to pretend:
As you see me right now, 't were impossible to count them.
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