Lyrics of In Taberna - Stille Volk

In Taberna - Stille Volk
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Date of issue: 25.01.2009
Song language: Latin

In Taberna

(original)
In taberna quando sumus
Non curamus quid sit humus
Sed ad ludum properamus
Cui semper insudamus:
Quid agatur in taberna
Ubi nummus est pincerna
Hoc est opus us queratur
Si quid loguor, audiatur
Quidam ludunt, quidam bibunt
Quidam indiscrete vivunt
Sed in ludo qui morantur
Ex his quidam denudantur
Quidam ibi vestiuntur
Quidam saccis induuntur
Ibi nullus timet mortem
Sed pro Baccho mittunt sortem
Primo pro nummata vini
Ex hac bibunt libertini;
Semel bibunt pro captivis
Post hec bibunt ter pro vivis
Quater ro christianis cunctis
Quinquies pro fidelibus defunctis
Sexies pro sororibus vanis
Septies pro militibus silvanis
Octies pro fatribus perversis
Nonies pro monachis dispersis
Decies pro navigantibus
Undecies pro discordantibus
Duodecies pro penitentibus
Tradecies pro iter agentibus
Tam pro papa quam pro rege
Bibunt omnes sine lege
Bibit hera, bibit herus
Bibit miles, bibit clerus
Bibit ill, bibit illa
Bibit servus cum ancilla
Bibit velox, bibit piger
Bibit albus, bibit niger
Bibit constans, bibit vagus
Bibit rudis, bibit magus
Bibit pauper et egrotus
Bit exul et ignotus
Bibit puer, bibit canus
Bibit presul et decanus
Bibit soror, bibit frater
Bibit anus, bibit mater
Bibit ista, bibit ille
Bibunt centum, bibunt, mille!
Parum sexcente nummate
Durant, cum immoderate
Bibunt omnes sine meta
Quamvis bibant mente leta
Sic nos rodunt omnes gentes
Et sic erimus egentes
Qui nos rodunt confundantur
Et cum iustis non scribantur!
(translation)
When we are in the shop
We don't care what the ground is
But let's get to the game
To whom we always swear:
What is going on in the shop?
Where the cash is the waiter
This is the work we are complaining about
If I speak, let it be heard
Some play, some drink
Some live indiscriminately
But they stay in the game
Some of them are naked
Some are dressed there
Some are dressed in sacks
There no one fears death
But instead of Bacchus they cast lots
First, for wine coins
From this the libertines will drink;
They will drink once for the captives
After this they shall drink three times for the living
Four times for all Christians
Five times for the faithful deceased
Six times for the vain sisters
Seven times for the soldiers of the forest
Eight times for the wrong brothers
Nonies for the scattered monks
Millions for sailors
Eleven thousand for those who disagree
Twelve times for penitents
You will trade for travel agents
Both for the pope and for the king
All will drink without law
The old man drinks, the old man drinks
The soldier drinks, the clergy drinks
Ill drinks, she drinks
The servant drinks with the maid
He drinks fast, he drinks lazy
He drinks white, he drinks black
He drinks constantly, he drinks wildly
He drinks raw, the magician drinks
The poor man drinks and is sick
A bit exiled and unknown
A child drinks, an old man drinks
The prince and the dean drink
The sister drinks, the brother drinks
The old man drinks, the mother drinks
She drinks, he drinks
They will drink a hundred, they will drink a thousand!
A little six hundred coins
Durant, when immoderate
They will all drink to no end
Although they were drinking in their minds
Thus all nations gnaw at us
And so we will be in need
Let those who bite us be confounded
And they are not just written!
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Artist lyrics: Stille Volk