Father is at the market today
A boy has said yes
He sneaks up silently
So that he might try
Chorus
Wait, wait only a moment
So that the thought also comes to you
With the small cleavers
He makes meat of you
From the eyes he makes brawn
From the butt he makes bacon
From the intestines he makes sausage
And the rest he throws away
The blade kisses the young man
Where no one else can kiss him
It kisses him wildly and full of lust
The moon looks weeping at the chest
Chorus
Wait, wait only a moment
So that the thought also comes to you
With the small cleavers
He makes meat of you
From the eyes he makes brawn
From the butt he makes bacon
From the intestines he makes sausage
And the rest he throws away
Beautiful young craft boys
He invited himself to write.
And in nice new barrels
He cured them all.
Chorus
Wait, wait only a moment
So that the thought also comes to you
With the small cleavers
He makes meat of you
From the eyes he makes brawn
From the butt he makes bacon
From the intestines he makes sausage
And the rest he throws away