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Willi Forst singing as only he can on an Odeon Recording
Franz Prager
(Melodie Hans von Frankowski, 1888-1945)
Erst wann's
aus wird sein
Da Lehra darzöht in da fiatn Klass,
"Im Ausschdeabn begriffn is d'Weanarass.
Ma siachd des gaunz deutlich,
ma meakt des gaunz kloa,
es dauert nur mea a poa Joa."
Da Franzl, dea heat eam gaunz ruhig zua,
auf amoi, do gibts ihm hoit do ka Ruah,
Ea schbringt in de Häh,
"Hean's auf mit de Schmäh,
Hea Lehra, des tuat ahn jo wäh!
East wauns aus wiad sei
mid ana Musi und an Wei,
daun bok ma die siebn Zwetschkn ei,
ehnda net.
Waun da Wei fadiabt
und waun amoi di Musi schdiabt,
in deh mia Weana so faliabt,
iss a Gfrett.
Solaung im Glasal noh
a Drehpfal drin is,
solaung di Geign noh
foi Mehlodihn is
und solaung ois noh
a tulli gschdöhdes Mahdal doh,
do sogn mia Weana joh, hoit joh,
und foan ned oh."
Only when
we're done
The teacher explains in the final grade
"The race of Vienna dies out, I'm afraid.
It all is quite clear
and evident here,
it might even happen this year."
Young Franzl, he quietly listens in school,
but this he can't take, he looses his cool.
He jumps up and cries
"Stop telling such lies!
You, Sir, bring the tears to my eyes!
Only when we're done
with music, wine and all the fun,
will come the time for us to run
Not before!
When the wine decays
and nothing of the music stays,
that's been Vienna's pride and praise
Grief galore!
As long as as in the glass
a drop of wine is,
and in the violin
a tune divine is,
and while near us sit
some pretty girls, amply fit,
we Viennese say, 'Hey, that's it!'
and will not quit!"
Franz Prager
(Melodie Hans von Frankowski, 1888-1945)
Erst wann's
aus wird sein
Da Lehra darzöht in da fiatn Klass,
"Im Ausschdeabn begriffn is d'Weanarass.
Ma siachd des gaunz deutlich,
ma meakt des gaunz kloa,
es dauert nur mea a poa Joa."
Da Franzl, dea heat eam gaunz ruhig zua,
auf amoi, do gibts ihm hoit do ka Ruah,
Ea schbringt in de Häh,
"Hean's auf mit de Schmäh,
Hea Lehra, des tuat ahn jo wäh!
East wauns aus wiad sei
mid ana Musi und an Wei,
daun bok ma die siebn Zwetschkn ei,
ehnda net.
Waun da Wei fadiabt
und waun amoi di Musi schdiabt,
in deh mia Weana so faliabt,
iss a Gfrett.
Solaung im Glasal noh
a Drehpfal drin is,
solaung di Geign noh
foi Mehlodihn is
und solaung ois noh
a tulli gschdöhdes Mahdal doh,
do sogn mia Weana joh, hoit joh,
und foan ned oh."
Only when
we're done
The teacher explains in the final grade
"The race of Vienna dies out, I'm afraid.
It all is quite clear
and evident here,
it might even happen this year."
Young Franzl, he quietly listens in school,
but this he can't take, he looses his cool.
He jumps up and cries
"Stop telling such lies!
You, Sir, bring the tears to my eyes!
Only when we're done
with music, wine and all the fun,
will come the time for us to run
Not before!
When the wine decays
and nothing of the music stays,
that's been Vienna's pride and praise
Grief galore!
As long as as in the glass
a drop of wine is,
and in the violin
a tune divine is,
and while near us sit
some pretty girls, amply fit,
we Viennese say, 'Hey, that's it!'
and will not quit!"