Despise an empty glass
And you will reach bliss.
Life is pleasant and easy
When you're not searching for answers.
The desire of a zealous mind
Is to bind the thoughts with a system,
While you just lie drunk in the sun, and don't give a fig for anything else!
A fount of wisdom hides in a simple revelation -
Life is given to frolic
With your lady-love under a bush,
To drink the heady liquids,
Wear out your pants in a pub,
And stick with your sword
Anyone who thinks otherwise!
And when you're lying six feet under,
Let the stone above you
Have an epitaph
That goes something like this:
"Here lies our brother,
Loyal subject of the pub.
And everyone is sobbing inconsolably,
Impressed by his fate.
He praised the wanton maidens'
Irreproachable lips.
And he fell down at midnight
from a drawn bridge.
He was merry, he was sinful,
He had fooled a lot of women,
He would surely have been hanged,
But luckily he drowned!"
Lustig, lustig ihr lieben Brüder
Leget eure Sorgen nieder.
Trinkt dafür ein gut Glas Wein,
Trinkt dafür ein gut Glas Wein!
Auf die G'sundheit aller Brüder,
Die da reißen alles nieder.
Das soll uns're Freude sein,
Das soll uns're Freude sein!
a translation by Artem Portnoy
