18.02.2022
My Raging Head
Drink, already, my raging head, don't, oh, don't get wasted,In wasteful drinking, my raging head, don't, oh, don't be sad.
I will drink my fill, drink my fill, good youth, oh, I will sleep it off.
I will say farewell to the sovereign's cross-kissers.
Not as usual does the rising sun warm the land.
Not as usual does the father and mother love their son.
The good youth is freed from the farmstead.
The good youth is shown a pathway forward.
The good youth went and went, and he, oh, he cried.
To his dear parents, oh, he bade farewell.
Halfway through his journey, on the road, he turned back.
He knocked on the log windows in the back,
And said farwell again to his dear parents:
'Farewell, farewell, to you mother and father, to all my family.
And you, farewell, brothers and sisters, oh dears.
And you also my love, my love, oh my darling
And the good youth was sent off, oh, on his way
On his way, the good youth, oh, to be a soldier,
A soldier, the good youth, who, even still is on duty.