Hört, Hört [Intro] [English translation]

Intro:

What's up there?

An execution again today?

With a harp?

What's up there?

Be quiet, I think, this one wants to tell something!

Part:

Let me tell you about a young man

his golden era and his ruin

All of his friends saw him as a genius

He could balance a piano on his nose

jump faster as his shadow over his shadow

Yeah, he could even make officers without cellars laugh

So entertaining, that they welcome him with an anthem

Present on every celebration, a virtuoso with a drink

liked by all women and one court with desire

Her offer doesn't expire, he just fell for her

All of his friends warned him apprehensive

But youth levity follows the ball, that rolls down the street

His master lives just in his breast and lures with woman's meat

let him do absurd things, yes, or otherwise he will be whipped

All his friends chose distance

Because his heart has ordered him, that the city is on fire

And that man is here tonight!