Three cheers for the bathkeeper, the goodly fellow
Who prepares the tub from the bubbling spring.
Hot water, grapes and beer,
All this we find at the bathkeeper's here.
Lailalailai
As gentle as the rain may seem to us,
And warm as the brook on a summer's day.
We'll never find anything as infinitely good
As the hot water in the tub.
Lailalailai
And water cold, we might well drink
Before we die of thirst, and say you thanks
But we prefer guzzling beer or wine,
The water shall rest in the bathtub.
Lailalailai
And when the sun darkens, or the day ends
Then many figures squeeze themselves down. (1)
First slowly and then with magnificent power
The tub fills up and then comes the night
And when the sun darkens, the day ends
The night births creatures that existed not in the light
In the bathtub you can't see all faces clearly (2)
And to some, only the morning tells what has happened
Lailalailai
Three cheers for the bathkeeper, a toast to you
We gladly rest in your bathtub, akin to kings
Dust, frustrations, sorrow and pain
The Tubwater rinses off, all by itself
Lailalailai