Текст и перевод песни Corvus Corax - In Taberna (Live)

In Taberna (Live)

In taberna quando sumus,
Non curamus, quid sit humus,
Sed ad ludum properamus,
Cui semper insuclamus.
Quid agatur in taberna,
Ubi nummus est pincerna,
Hoc est opus, ut queratur.
Sed quid loquar, audiatur!

Bibit hera, bibit herus,
Bibit miles, bibit clerus,
Bibit ille, bibit illa,
Bibit seruus cum ancilla.

Quidam ludunt, quidam bibunt,
Quidam indiscrete uiuunt.
Sed in ludo qui morantur,
Ex hiis quidam denudantur;
Quidam ibi uestiuntur,
Quidam saccis induuntur
Ibi nullus timet mortem,
Sed pro Bacho mittunt sortem.

Bibit hera, bibit herus,
Bibit miles, bibit clerus,
Bibit ille, bibit illa,
Bibit seruus cum ancilla.

Quidam ludunt, quidam bibunt,
Quidam indiscrete uiuunt.
Sed in ludo qui morantur,
Ex hiis quidam denudantur;
Quidam ibi uestiuntur,
Quidam saccis induuntur
Ibi nullus timet mortem,
Sed pro Bacho mittunt sortem.

In taberna quando sumus,
Non curamus, quid sit humus,
Sed ad ludum properamus,
Cui semper insuclamus.
Quid agatur in taberna,
Ubi nummus est pincerna,
Hoc est opus, ut queratur.
Sed quid loquar, audiatur!

Bibit hera, bibit herus,
Bibit miles, bibit clerus,
Bibit ille, bibit illa,
Bibit seruus cum ancilla.

In the Tavern (Live)

When we are in the tavern,
We do not care what the earth is,
But we hasten into the game,
Which we always call upon ourselves.
What is done in the tavern,
Where the money is the barman,
This is the work, that it is sought.
But what do I say, let it be heard!

The lady drinks, the lord drinks,
The soldier drinks, the clergyman drinks,
He drinks, she drinks,
The servant drinks with the maid.

Some play games, some drink,
Some live promiscuously.
But those who linger in the game,
Some of them are stripped naked;
Some are clothed there,
Some are clothed in sacks;
No one fears death there,
But for Bacchus they cast lots.

The lady drinks, the lord drinks,
The soldier drinks, the clergyman drinks,
He drinks, she drinks,
The servant drinks with the maid.

Some play games, some drink,
Some live promiscuously.
But those who linger in the game,
Some of them are stripped naked;
Some are clothed there,
Some are clothed in sacks;
No one fears death there,
But for Bacchus they cast lots.

When we are in the tavern,
We do not care what the earth is,
But we hasten into the game,
Which we always call upon ourselves.
What is done in the tavern,
Where the money is the barman,
This is the work, that it is sought.
But what do I say, let it be heard!

The lady drinks, the lord drinks,
The soldier drinks, the clergyman drinks,
He drinks, she drinks,
The servant drinks with the maid.