The evening shows its glow,
But sleeping silence does not fall over the land.
The barrels are tapped,
The intoxication burns in our bones
Drum doesn't watch tired and deep into the fire,
The last horn is dear and dear to us!
Come on, let's give in to the intoxication
And our songs should never fade away again.< br/>And the enemy is already calling on the horizon,
We raise the horn and announce to him:
"It's already the last, we are full of courage
Our anger will soon rage as we drink to heaven ."
So don't look too tired and deep into the fire,
The last horn is dear to us!
Come on, let's get drunk
And ours Songs shall never be heard again.
Once again the sound of the shawms sounds.
The army call circles through our ranks.
We want to taste the mead once more,
/>Before we stretch our arm to the Valkyrie.
So don't look too tired and deep into the fire,
The last horn is dear to us!
Come on, let's get drunk ´n
And our songs shall never be heard again.
If the view also blurs,
If the word gets lost and
Only the mead and the sword are our treasure
So raise your drink proudly! To the ancestors!
And at the end sing your brave admonition!
To the ancestors!
To the ancestors!
To the ancestors!
Drink to the ancestors!< br/>

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN