Faun - Konig Von Thule
Es war ein König in Thule,
Gar treu bis an sein Grab,
Dem sterbend seine Buhle
Einen goldnen Becher gab.
Es ging ihm nichts darüber,
Er leert ihn jeden Schmaus;
Die Augen gingen ihm rüber,
So oft er trank daraus.
Und als er kam zu sterben,
Zählt er seine Städt I'm Reich,
Gönnt alles seinen Erben,
Den Becher nicht zugleich.
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Die Ritter um ihn her,
I'm hohem Vätersaale
Dort auf dem Schloß am Meer.
Dort stand der alte Zecher,
Trank letzte Lebensglut,
Und warf den heil'gen Becher
Hinunter in die Flut.
Er sah ihn stürzen, trinken,
Und sinken in das Meer,
Die Augen täten ihm sinken,
Trank nie einen Tropfen mehr.
Faun - The King of Thule (English translation)
There was a King in Thule,
Faithful to his grave
On her deathbed, his beloved,
gave him a golden goblet.
It was the most precious thing for him
he drank from it during his every meal,
his eyes would start to tear
so often he drank from it.
When the time came for him to die,
he counted all his wealthFaun - Konig Von Thule - http://motolyrics.com/faun/konig-von-thule-lyrics-english-translation.html
gave everything to his heir, except for the goblet.
He was sitting at the royal banquet
with all his knight gathered around,
in his forefathers grand hall
in the castle by the sea.
There he was standing the old drunk
drinking the last life's glow
he threw the holy goblet
down into the sea
He saw it fall, drink and sink into the sea.
His eyes started to close
and he never drank a drop anymore.