Schwedenlied

So we sneak away quietly and meekly,
From wine parties and feasts of joy,
When death bids us 'Goodnight',
Your hourglass runs out.

Whoever sharpens their tongue boldly today,
And believes themselves to be a big shot,
Beware, the carpenter is planing now,
Maybe at your coffin.

Chorus: If the grave seems deep and dark to you,
Take another sip of all words, and another one on the side,
Maybe even two or three,
Then you'll die carefree.

Whoever eyes someone else's lover,
And yet feels like a nobleman,
Beware, the minstrel playing for you,
You'll jump into the grave first.

And you, who once smashed every glass in the hall in a jealous rage,
When death visits you in bed, long live your rival.

Chorus: If the grave seems deep...

What's the use if you spit in anger,
Death doesn't bargain,
With every sip you take,
Death takes his share.

Whether highborn or lowly lords, in the end we are all brothers,
Then the evening star will shine on us into the same dark hole.

Chorus: If the grave seems deep...