International songs

Melody: Måltidssången

And so we walk eventually. From Bacchi turmoil, for you hear. That Death calls: neighbour, come to me. Your final hour’s near. Old man, step up, despite your ache. And you, young man, hear what I say: The fairest Nymph of all, now take Her hand, And be on your way. If the grave is far too deep, you think. Very well, then have yourself a drink. If you take another one, another two, another three, You’ll die more happily! Say, neighbour, are you satisfied. Then praise your life now, finally. If our paths are unified. Drink up and follow me. But first with wine, both red and white. We thank our hosts for what they gave. Then freely in the starlit night. We slip into our graves. If the grave...