Der Tod [English translation]

It's midnight,

the storm is raging outside.

Funeral bellls are ringing.

There must be another one

in the grave.

Death is an equanimous man,

may you be poor or rich.

"Dead is dead"

says the worm

cause every corpse looks the same.

You can spend your lifetime being lazy

or much occupied

five days after death

every one starts

to ooze out juice.

And as I'm here pondering

over the Grim Reaper

I hear a scream outside :

My blood freezes !

"Every one !"

"Every one !"

Black coat, black hat,

a frightening face !

And He has a scythe

and a pocket watch !

Slowly comes he nearer,

bangs on the door :

I smell scent of murderer

and He tells me :

"Hi !

I'm Death !

Your troubles are over !

Come !, It's time.

Don't play any movie

I'm this :

The companion !"

I tell The Fellow One :

"Come inside and closer.

Now I'm not buying any scythe,

I have a lawn mower !"

"You must be awful hungry.

You look like bag of bones !

Should I maybe warm you a Jagertee (hot tea + very strong rhum)

or cook you a soup ?"

He drinks the first "tea" strait down,

it went him right into the bones.

He burns himself just the teeth,

cause He doen't have any lip !

But then He takes the pocket watch,

My hair sticks up on my head,

He taps me on the shoulder

and presents Himself for a second time :

"Hi !

I'm Death !

Your troubles are over !

Come !, It's time.

Don't play any movie

I'm this :

The companion !"

He sharpens the scythe and says :

"Before I take you underneath,

Come on, bring me one last...

one last Jagertee !"

But aftter the 5th one,

the Grim Reaper becomes more relaxed.

He pulls His bones together

and does some step dance on the stool :

"Every one !"

"Eh-eh-eh-every one !"

"Listen to me, there's a mistake here,

My name is not Everyone !

You have to go to Salzburg,

cause there Death feels at home !" *

I drive Him to the railways station.

I have to carry Him into the train.

I'm buying Him a ticket

and settle Him in the restaurant coach !

The train starts to leave,

I feel totally releaved.

I'm waving Him good bye.

He waves his scythe around

and tells the waiter :

"Hi !

I'm Death !

Your troubles are over !

Come, fellow, come !

Bring me quick a Jagertee,

but... with lots of rhum !"

*please see comments