Текст и перевод песни Höhner - Bürgerlied Von 1845

Bürgerlied Von 1845

Ov mr rude, jäle Krage,
Ov mer Helm, ov Hötche drage
Stivvele oder Schoh
Ov mer Röck un Kleider niehe
Oder Töpferschieve driehe
Dat deit nix, dat deit nix, dat deit janix dozo.

Ov mr künne präsidiere
Oder müsse Akte schmiere,
Ohne Rast un ohne Rouh
Ov mr schlaue Rede schwinge
Oder Höhnerlieder singe
Dat deit nix, dat deit nix, dat deit janix dozo.

Ov mr stolz zu Rosse rigge
Oder ov zu Foß mr schrigge
Jradwegs op et Ziel drop zo
Ov uns Krütze vürre schmöcke
Oder Krütze hinge dröcke
Dat deit nix, dat deit nix, dat deit janix dozo.

Ävver ov mer Neues baue
Oder Ahles bloß verdaue
Wie et Jras verdaut de Koh
Ov mer en dr Welt jet schaffe
Oder bloß de WeIt bejaffe
Dat deit jet, dat deit jet, jo dat deit jet dozo.

Ov em Kopp e besje Jrütze
Un et Hätz voll Leech un Hitze
Dat et brennt en einem huh
Oder ov mer hingerm Zung
Schlöfrig sitze, janix dun -
Dat deit jet, dat deit jet, jo dat deit jet dozo.

Ov mr rüstig un jeschäftig
Wo et jilt su richtig kräftig
Hinlange - un packe zo
Oder ov mer einfach denke:
Och dr Herrjott wed et lenke
Dat deit jet, dat deit jet, jo dat deit jet dozo.

Dröm ihr Schwestern, dröm ihr Bröder
En einem Bund fingk mr sich widder
Un och Do jehöös dozo
Die dat Leed han metjesunge -
Wie die Ahle - su die Jung
Die dun all, die dun all, die dun all jet dozo!

Citizens' Song of 1845

Whether with coat, whether with trousers,
With helmet, or with hat, you know,
Slippers, or with shoes.
Whether I sew, or turn the potter's wheel,
Whate'er I do, or do not feel.
That doesn't matter, that doesn't matter, that doesn't do anything for it.

Whether we can preside,
Or whether paper protocols we spread,
Without rest and without calm,
Whether we give speeches of great wisdom,
Or whether sing of hens, 'tis not a prism.
That doesn't matter, that doesn't matter, that doesn't do anything for it.

Whether proudly we sit on a horse,
Or whether on foot we loudly course,
Straight toward the goal we go,
Whether we taste bitter gruel,
Or choke on gruel quite cruel,
That doesn't matter, that doesn't matter, that doesn't do anything for it.

Whether we build of something new,
Or whether old, or simply chew,
As grass is chewed by a cow,
Whether in this world we create,\
Or merely talk, and never grate,
That makes a difference, that makes a difference, that makes a difference for it.

Whether in our brain is wholesome flour,
Whether in our heart's flame and fire,
That it burns in us so high,
Or whether, only behind our tongue,
Sleepily we sit, and do nothing wrong,
That makes a difference, that makes a difference, that makes a difference for it.

Whether tirelessly and busy,
Where need really is and truly dizzy,
We reach, and seize, and take,
Or whether we simply think,
"Oh, the Lord can surely link."
That makes a difference, that makes a difference, that makes a difference for it.

Therefore, my sisters, my brothers,
In unity we find one another,
And you too, belong to that,
You who sang along with the song,
Like the old, as well as the young,
They all do, they all do, they all do something for it!