Translations
Latina
Carl Orff - In taberna quando sumus (II. In Taberna) (English Translation) Lyrics[Male Chorus]
When we are in the tavern
We do not think how we will go to dust
But we hurry to gamble
Which always makes us sweat
What happens in the tavern
Where money is host
You may well ask
And hear what I say
Some gamble, some drink
Some behave loosely
But of those who gamble
Some are stripped bare
Some win their clothes here
Some are dressed in sacks
Here no-one fears death
But they throw the dice in the name of Bacchus
First of all it is to the wine-merchant
That the libertines drink
One for the prisoners
Three for the living
Four for all Christians
Five for the faithful dead
Six for the loose sisters
Seven for the footpads in the wood
Eight for the errant brethren
Nine for the dispersed monks
Ten for the seamen
Eleven for the squabblers
Twelve for the penitent
Thirteen for the wayfarers
To the Pope as to the king
They all drink without restraint
The mistress drinks, the master drinks
The soldier drinks, the priest drinks
The man drinks, the woman drinks
The servant drinks with the maid
The swift man drinks, the lazy man drinks
The white man drinks, the black man drinks
The settled man drinks, the wanderer drinks
The stupid man drinks, the wise man drinks
The poor man drinks, the sick man drinks
The exile drinks, and the stranger
The boy drinks, the old man drinks
The bishop drinks, and the deacon
The sister drinks, the brother drinks
The old lady drinks, the mother drinks
This man drinks, that man drinks
A hundred drink, a thousand drink
Six hundred pennies would hardly
Suffice, if everyone
Drinks immoderately and immeasurably
However much they cheerfully drink
We are the ones whom everyone scolds
And thus we are destitute
May those who slander us be cursed
And may their names not be written in the book of the righteous
Io io io io io io io io io!