Far [English translation]

Oh, have you seen father himself

who waltzes around with his bottom bare

and does not shoes or trousers have

and not any money

He plays on his concertina

And the children, they become more and more

And sun goes up and sun goes down

And never any money

But screw the money and screw the treasure

I eat old bread and drink water

And sleep like a timber log at night

And of rats, I have the pantry full

And for pay, the nightingale did not sing

Gloss and greatness make only shells

Flash and adornment make food for the moth

and all the rats in the pantry

I fill the stomach of mine with song

when the gut goes pling and plong

If the purse is full some time,

then it is not of money

In the testament, it shall be written:

You life is made for living

And honour, you can never get

And not any money

And for pay, the nightingale did not sing

Gloss and greatness make only shells

Flash and adornment make food for the moth

and all the rats in the pantry

And be happy for the one who ate himself fat

You have paid for his diet

And forget worries and chagrins

And do not care about money

Because the one who stuffs his stomach full

and sips wine for the palate's sake

will still only turn to grit and earth

despite all their money

And for pay, the nightingale did not sing

Gloss and greatness make only shells

Flash and adornment make food for the moth

and all the rats in the pantry