Der mann im keller


How cool and fair this cellar where
My throne a dusky cask is;
To do no thing but just to sing
And drown the time my task is.
The cooper he’s
Resolved to please,
And, answering to my winking,
He fills me up
Cup after cup
For drinking, drinking, drinking.

Begrudge me not
This cosy spot
In which I am reclining
Why, who would burst
With envious thirst,
When he can live by wining.
A roseate hue seems to imbue
The world on which I’m blinking;
My fellow-men I love them when
I’m drinking, drinking, drinking.

And yet I think, the more I drink,
It’s more and more I pine for
Oh, such as I (forever dry)
God made this land of Rhine for;
And there is bliss
In knowing this,
As to the floor I’m sinking:
I’ve wronged no man
And never can
While drinking, drinking, drinking.


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Der mann im keller