On the occasion of the Magister's and the glunt's first acquaintance
The magister:
Do remember how fate brought us together in eighteen thirty seven?
The glunt:
Oh, of course I remember it, just on Karl XII's day.
The magister:
"The general song" marched around the square, I was in the base, you walked beside me.
The glunt:
The night was cold and dark, do you think I'd forget that day?
Both:
"What fleeting memories of time" gripped our minds and entranced us.
Both:
But when the song ended, you (I) asked: "Would you fancy a glass?"
The was the beginning, brother, of an eight-year long thundering party.
Aye, cheer for the coming years, and for the spring of our lives!
Cheers!
The magister:
The spring has passed, but on runes the wonderful story remains.
The glunt:
Carved into the depths of the heart, oh, with a rose thorn.
The magister: Yet in us lives the olden student, happier than in the past he was.
The glunt:
Raising still with pride the Viking flag of youth.
Both:
Certainly the situation with money becomes worse, the shows becomes fewer.
The magister:
But who says that we won't become wealthy men
And be on the city council too? Such things hath happened many times.
Both:
But who says that we won't become wealthy men
And be on the city council too? Such things hath happened many times.
Aye, cheer for the coming years, and for a prolongated spring!
Cheers!
The magister:
Will we soon be fragile men, dried out stocks, which will tilt and fall?
The glunt:
We share, jovially, the fate to fall at the same time.
The magister:
Yes, but if the norns should separate us, will you go to Ystad and I to Sundsvall?
The glunt:
Do not say another word of it, what a great distance!
Both: Hm! But if it should happen,
If our joy shall suffer a great loss?
The magister:
Well then, get the conscript! What is worth fighting about that?
It is a just as bad misshap, as every other passage.
Aye, cheer for the coming years, and for, too, an eternal spring!
Cheers!
The glunt becomes a juvenal
The glunt:
Oh, how I am tired
to live in this
plagued
world, where everything goes wrong,
and I won't know what remains anymore,
and what can cause me pain and prohibition.
The magister:
How so?
The glunt:
I have fought and worked
Now for eight years;
And for what have I struggled?
Or tell me, what are my awards?
The magister:
Free housing...
The glunt:
Yes, in the forest.
The magister:
Good enough clothes...
The glunt:
Like these!
The magister:
And to drink...
The glunt:
Name the bar!
The magister:
Well, but money...
The glunt (throws a coin towards him):
Yes, this one!
The magister:
In a caucus so irremeable
There is no other choice - Dear brother, become a Juvenal!
The glunt:
Nay, I simply do not want to be one.
Ah, what good will it do for me?
The withered rose becomes not once again red
And for me, all joy is dead.
The magister:
Nay, like the sun who, every day, doth rise
And when the stars twinkle, he stands on our side,
He smiles and shouts: "Lads, I am your aide!
Wherever you are gathered, I am also there."
Therefore is the bowl of joy drunk in great portion.
Then, my poor friend, life will be great again.
Sorrow and need is put in the forgotten's sarcophagus
And shows joys to us of a thousand sorts.
The glunt:
When I...
The magister:
Well?
The glunt:
Think about it...
The magister:
So?
The glunt:
For when I do not...
The magister:
Say!
The glunt:
Hasten myself...
The magister:
No?
The glunt:
Then I become...
The magister:
What do you say?
The glunt:
Due to reasons some...
The magister:
Oh yeah!
The glunt:
Despite all libel...
The magister:
Ah, bah!
The glunt:
A Juvenal.
The magister:
Hurrah!
Vivas, floreas
Semperque gaudeas!
Both:
Do you not hear the familiar sound?
He's already approaching, joy's god!
When he breathes, it smells like springs' odours,
dries the eyes' tears,
heals the heart's sore.
How charming this god is! Cheers!
Uppsala is the best
1.
The magister:
Answer me, glunt, on honor and faith,
without consider small faults,
Such you know, to build and to live,
wherever you are, with in all faculties.
Isn't Uppsala remarkably good,
better than any other city in the north?
I dare even say-indeed!
better any other place on earth?
The glunt:
What nonsense you speak, Uppsala is the best,
best of all that that exists on this side of the earth's surface,
and any equal to city, there is none, damn it,
even if you look from the equator to the southern pole.
Both:
Nay! Nowhere in the whole world is there a place
where you can live like that all day
without risk and just go on
just like Turks and still be called decent folk anyway.
And if there is any, then it is on another planet,
whose name not even Bredman is aware of it.
2.
The magister:
Yes, you are undeniably right
and like you, so think I and many more,
but there are others who don't
realize the excellence of the Uppsala we love.
Some brag about their Gothenburg,
others, in Stockholm, want to, back and forth, run,
some, with sorrow, think of Helsingborg,
others of pears and apples in Gränna.
The glunt:
Yes, you see, dear brother,
the rule is too wide,
For anyone to tolerate a compromise.
But is it the sun's fault
that its clear gold
is ne'er admired by an mole in its hole?
Both:
Nay! Nowhere in the whole world is there a place
where you can live like that all day
without risk and just go on
just like Turks and still be called decent folk anyway.
And if there is any, then it is on another planet,
whose name not even Bredman is aware of it.
A moon-lit night on Slottsbacken
The magister:
Dear god, how the moon shines,
lo, what glance over town and land!
The glunt:
The sky is clear and ev'ry star shines
friendly down on us and twinkles glad.
Both;
There shines Sirius, there Orion,
there the swan bathes in the ether's waters.
Dear god, how the moon shines,
lo, what glance over town and land!
2.
High up in the castle's ev'ry windows,
They shine as if made by precious stones.
The glunt:
Imagine a prince in the tower with a lute,
Fluttering locks and charming legs.
Both:
And from a window, Cecilia Vasa
Gives off a blinding shine from the moon's lights
High up in the castle's ev'ry windows,
They shine as if made by precious stones
3.
The magister:
There is the park and Fyrishov's plain,
Fat of ancient warrior's blood and marrows
The glunt:
The sand pit is there, the horrible thing
Is dressed in its horrific and grey colours.
Both:
And between the trees, near the toll,
Works the old wig maker Rosenberg.
There is the park and Fyrishov's plain,
Fat of ancient warrior's blood and marrows
4.
The magister:
Downhill, aye, just by the foot,
The bath house hides in the pillars' shadows.
The glunt:
And by the river you have kungs ng's root,
The land of ice is thereby with its suburban virtues
Both:
See the yellow barn towards the forest
that glitters and Denmark's countryside.
Downhill, aye, just by the foot,
The bath house hides in the pillars' shadows.
5.
The magister:
See how the foaming Fryris casts
Silvers and pearls down the waterfall.
The glunt:
It plays around for a while and then hastens
To Flottsund, like them all.
Both:
Ah, at summer, sitting in the mill,
Barely a tear of water he possess no more.
See how the foaming Fryris casts
Silvers and pearls down the waterfall.
6.
The magister:
Geez, how good Kraemer is good for the city!
He builds bridges and plants the trees.
The glunt:
Near the river, there you see the promenade,
there used to roam some meagre mammals.
Both:
And there is the harbour, which once stood empty,
now used by all of Uppsala province.
Geez, how good Kraemer is for the city!
He builds bridges and plants the tree.
7.
The magister:
See, behind the sky, how the moon looks
Admiring in the observatory.
The glunt:
Surely it, near the tube, says
something to a endymion while being sleepy.
Both:
Kiss him not! I know that man.
He chews tobacco and is a swine.
See, behind the sky, how the moon looks
Admiring in the observatory.
8.
The magister:
My, such a northern light! I've ne'er seen the like
for many, many of our lord's years.
The glunt:
Oh yeah, that's what it to, at night, be awake!
And rarely do I go to bed per my needs.
Both:
Lo, how from Uppsala's olden tumulus,
its flames rises to the heavens!
My, such a northern light! I've ne'er seen the like
for many, many of our lord's years.
9.
The magister:
Tall and solid in the moon's light
the church rises over trees and houses.
The glunt:
Lo, see what nightly mist by its foot
and by its spires, what lovely lights!
Both:
Gloria Deo in excelsis! Certainly it is meagre in the earth's dirt.
Tall and solid in the moon's light
the church rises over trees and houses.
10.
The magister:
Much is there left to behold
If we, to the other side of the castle, go.
The glunt:
If, yes, but if we both are tired,
we will forget about it, for the clock strike two.
Both:
Do not believe therefore, by the stars
that we will go home! Nay, do not think so!
Much is there left to behold
If we, to the other side of the castle, go.
11.
The magister:
Where in the realm of Sweden
can be lucky to sleep at such a place?
The glunt:
Rather would I sleep in "the city's ditch"
than in the towers of the king's castle?
Both:
Now we shall knock at Lamby;
gates at such a time, is it not good
Where in the realm of Sweden
can be lucky to sleep at such a place?
The glunt on a lecture
The glunt:
Have you heard of my blunder yesterday?
By Satan himself it was sent.
God forsake me for such a difficult moment!
Yet I feel ashamed like a peasant.
The magister:
I have not heard anything,
so loosen the bond of your tongue!
The glunt:
I attended...
The magister:
Aye, that was dumb!
Both:
Horribly dumb!
2.
The glunt:
I attended a lesson,
to be observed
by the professor and be seen
as if I was interested.
The magister:
That was not a bad idea
But you must've behaved badly, I presume?
The glunt:
The front desk stood...
The magister:
Aye, that was dumb!
Both:
Horribly dumb!
3.
The glunt:
The front desk stood unoccupied;
there I became an accessor,
I took off my grey hat
and then came my professor.
The magister:
Well, that's pretty good, nay?
but what happened then, what'd he say?
Though as rubber...
The magister:
Aye, that was dumb!
Both:
Horribly dumb!
4.
The glunt:
Though as rubber elasticum,
even though it was chopped and ground,
lectured on "Ecclesiasticum",
such a praiseworthy speech.
The magister:
Yes, but who asked you to listen?
Oh, (yawns) how boring! What then?
My sight I had on...
The magister:
Aye, that was dumb!
Both:
Horribly dumb!
5.
The glunt:
My sight I had on him, strained,
until it started to hurt in my eye,
until he saw me and I was recognised.
But now it helps me little.
The magister:
Why is that? For God's say.
tell me what happened to thee!
Heavy was the air...
The magister:
Aye, that was dumb!
Both:
Horribly dumb!
6.
The glunt:
Heavy was the air and the sun shone
melancholically in the room.
Soon, from the entire expose,
not a noise was heard.
The magister:
Dear lord! I understand
Now what then happened.
Aye, I fell asleep...
The magister:
Aye, that was dumb!
Both:
Horribly dumb!
7.
The glunt:
Aye, I fell asleep. My dear friend
Have you ever heard the like?
The clock struck both six and seven o'clock
Before I awoke.
The magister:
How horrible! But don't you think
That the professor didn't see anything?
The glunt:
Well, I snored...
The magister:
Aye, that was dumb!
Both:
Horribly dumb!
8.
The glunt:
Well, I snored so loudly
that, as Fama is said to have said,
he auditorium burst into laughter
and the professor had to end.
The magister:
Well, but why didn't they simply
wake you up, which would've been easy?
The glunt:
They tried, but...
The magister:
Aye, that was dumb!
Both:
Horribly dumb!
Dusk in Eklundshof's forest
The magister:
How nice it is
here in nature's womb!
Far away from Fyris lake,
far away from the grey street
The glunt:
Under a blue sky,
blue like an angel's eye,
spring-like skies waltz,
white like sheep and small
Both:
High o'er grass and straws
the angels' chorus resounds,
and by their feet stand
flowers who hath listened.
Oh, if you still have a good heart,
descending sun, remain yet!
For without you, all is
abandoned, dark and cold.
2.
The magister:
Everything is so quiet. A duck
in the swamp is the only thing heard,
and from a tree, sometimes,
how a squirrel gnaws.
The glunt:
Lo, how the smallest things
glitters in the sun's light,
the billow in brook's strand,
the gravel in the hill's sand!
Both:
And toward the western edge
the skies' horde
march, coloured in a purple brand,
towards a distant land.
Oh, if you still have a good heart,
descending sun, remain yet!
For without you, all is
abandoned, dark and cold.
3.
The magister:
The ev'ning angel waltzes
quietly around the earth,
and in his dark hair
is there a wreath of stairs
The glunt:
Soon, in the famous tracks,
with a wreath of poppies he
will float, like the distant years
whisper and the lovely spring.
Both:
And on ev'ry mound
the elves dances,
and at the forest's rims
the thrush melodically hacks.
Oh, if you still have a good heart,
descending sun, remain yet!
For without you, all is
abandoned, dark and cold.
4.
The magister:
My god, what do I see
down there in the valley?
Certainly it's a sight to behold,
surely it's a miracle that's happening!
Glunten:
Hush, you thrush, I beg of thee,
is it not her, who speaks?
Shining sun, descend!
Is it not she who smiles?
Both:
Indeed, it's her! Who else
is there who attracts like me?
She, who looks at you,
pretty flowers she gives!
Oh, if you still have a good heart,
descending sun, remain yet!
For without you, all is
abandoned, dark and cold.
The harp secession at Schylla
The glunt:
Long live the nightly Schylla!
There is there life in the gelt,
harps, fights and drunkards,
The smell of steaks and L nzman's baranko.
The magister (imitating the harp players):
"H r't, meine flehenden Lieder,
strahlende, leuchtende Sterne!
Kommt mein Geliebter nicht wieder?
Bleibt er denn ewig mir ferne?"
The glunt:
Bang, a window was now smashed.
It was a parvenu. Cast him out!
Hear, the scoundrel wants to haggle.
Both:
Cough up your pelf at this moment!
The magister:
Waiter, bring some "Atis".
The glunt:
Waiter, stop, hear me!
The magister:
Waiter, give him free...
The glunt:
Waiter, wine for two!
The magister:
Waiter, pork and potato.
The glunt:
Waiter, nothing too small!
The magister:
Waiter!
The glunt:
Waiter!
The magister:
Waiter, go.
The glunt:
Singt, ihr M dchen! Silence all noise and bang!
The magister:
Take a song...
The glunt:
At once...
Both:
Cheerful, but not too long!
(They prelude and start playing "Weber's Last Waltz")
The glunt:
No for God's sake! No songs of complaint, dear children!
(They start playing a "sigh-waltz")
The magister:
Beg then, Marianne, I beg of thee,
Annchen, cease your screams!
Is it now the right mood and time
to play an old waltz?
Both:
Play now a beautiful song,
something with more oomph.
(They start immediately singing "Edite, bibite")
The magister:
Ausserordentlich, wunderschön, ja!
The glunt:
Lord, what grace the Germans have!
(They start yodelling)
Both:
Nay! Now it's finished.
Annchen, know that!
Come with a schlager, ugly as hell,
with waltz and songs, as old as the street.
Nay!
Now it's finished!
Not one more minute
will I remain here-
(They start singing a new song)
The glunt:
Well!
The magister:
See, so!
The glunt:
Go on!
The magister:
We shan't go!
Both:
We sing with both of you!
Es kehret der Fröhling mit lachendem Blick
Cantabile!
verj ngend und schaffend zur Erde zur ck;
Amabile!
als freundlicher Engel umschwebt er die Flur,
Mirabile!
und zeichnet mit Blumen die segnende Spur -
Go on now, go gentlemen, now comes the chorus!
Sing, sterberg, sing! And join us, Mr. Kass r!
Come here, dear elder, don't sit and dawdle!
Take the pastor, leatherman and the field doctor with you!
Nysted, keep the pace!
Ach, lange schon war uns der Winter zur Last.
Ja!
Er schliesset so gr mlich ins Zimmer uns ein;
Ja!
wir lieben es lustig im Freien zu sein.
Hurrah!
Du aber, du ladest uns fr hlich und mild,
Cantabile!
hinaus in das duftende Blumengefild;
Amabile!
du liebest die Kinder und fröhliches Spiel,
Mirabile!
und schenkest der herrlichen Freuden uns viel.
Go on now, again! Liebes Mädchen, cheers!
Cheers, old baker, how are your old boots?
Well then, priest and leatherman, let Marianne go!
She is certainly prepared, except for you, surely.
Good sir, shut your mouth!
O, gieb uns auch immer, du blähender du,
Ja!
viel heitere Tage und Blumen dazu;
Ja!
und sag' es dem Sommer, bald ist er ja da,
Ja!
wir bitten um Rosen und Kirschen, ja, ja!
Hurrah!
How the moon takes an interest in the glunt and the magister
The glunt:
Now I think it is time
to think of the refrain
and after today's battles and peace
to head into bed.
The magister:
And to dream a lovely dream
about a darling and green forests,
an home of your own, to have half
and here and there's small bars.
Both:
Rectissime!
Strictissime!
Cheers, frater amantissime!
an home of your own, to have half
and here and there's small bars.
2.
The glunt:
The pipe the fire shines
with the addition of smoke.
Stand up, light! Where is my hat?
Mamsell, what does the booze cost?
The magister:
She has already left the desk
and headed to bed
and dreams now, big and small,
but not about the liquid.
Both:
Rectissime!
Strictissime!
Cheers, frater amantissime!
And dreams now, big and small,
but not about the liquid.
3.
The glunt:
Drink the last drops now
and cheer for the M lar-lake bank,
which helps thee and overturns seven.
Lo, now the lights are turned off.
The magister:
Now you can't see how you pour;
how malicious the darkness is!
If you were to get drunk here,
that'd be unforgivable.
Both:
Rectissime!
Strictissime!
Cheers, frater amantissime!
If you were to get drunk here,
that'd be unforgivable.
4.
The glunt:
See there, how the moon stands
and peeks behind the curtain!
What does it want, brother? I do not understand
the faded pantomime.
The magister:
He said to, ex officio drunk,
have not received not a single drop.
It must be a damn tariff
on such things up there!
Both:
Rectissime!
Strictissime!
Cheers, frater amantissime!
It must be a damn tariff
on such things up there!
5.
The glunt:
Step in and cease your crying!
We shall treat your pain,
light a new for us and let
the world pass by us!
The magister:
And do not look at me like that
with that melancholic look!
For dear, it can be dear.
But not for those who drink.
Both:
Rectissime!
Strictissime!
Cheers, frater amantissime!
For dear, it can be dear.
But not for those who drink.
6.
The glunt:
Oh, now I understand what he want:
he shines right through the lock
and can't stand that we sit still
and for eat our food for long times.
The magister:
Well, then morning then! From! From hiss and sounds
I still wander homewards.
For what does the earth's lights
compare to one of the sky's stars?
Both:
Rectissime!
Strictissime!
Cheers, frater amantissime!
For dear, it can be dear.
For what does the earth's lights
compare to one of the sky's stars?
The night walk on Saint Erik's street
The glunt:
Onwards march!
The magister:
Go on!
The glunt:
Turn right!
The magister:
That's right!
The glunt:
Oh, how dark it is tonight.
The magister:
It doesn't matter.
The glunt:
Yeah, sure!
The magister:
But where are we?
The glunt:
In an alley.
The magister:
Damned if I know what kind of hat I got.
The glunt:
Who's that?
The magister:
What did you say?
The glunt:
Answer soon!
The magister:
Wer da?
The glunt:
Why is this man lurking so late?
The magister:
Well, how ridiculous!
The glunt:
How so?
The magister:
It's the pump!
The glunt:
Ho ho!
The magister:
I apologize, no offense meant!
Both:
Arm in arm forward!
God, what a swingy stride!
I was dumb who ate.
Should've drunk instead.
It was the devil's own Erik's street,
cold, dark, dirty and wet.
Even steps, keep the peace!
Well, that how it goes?
Watch your steps now.
Shut your mouth, now!
Oh, whoops! Splash, in the dirt now lies
both me and you.
The magister:
Yeah, that's how it goes, all worldly joys
which you also balances, and so it falls.
Both:
And from the gutter's depth to the saloon's roof is
naught but a step, my brother, when you are drunk.
The glunt:
It is strange, though, how easily you fall
and how hard it is then you get up.
Both:
Aye, the laws of gravity conspires in every way
to humiliate our weak bodies.
The glunt:
Do you hear the night guard shout, whom, at Dombro, stands?
The magister:
Well, it's as if that help came from the heavens!
Both (shout):
You shall have a drink which will even drunken your toes,
if you pull us out of the ditch!
(They receive help from the night guard)
The glunt:
My honourary friend, take it easy... noch ein mal... just like that!
The magister:
Thou award shall be great.
Both:
You are jolly anyways, for you know what it's like,
you have steady, sober legs!
The day after
The magister:
Well then, welcome!
What did you think
about yesterday? Say, was it not good?
Even cups,
odd toasts,
free food, aye, a thanks you shall give?
The glunt:
Nay, my magister,
the day was bitter,
I am stiff from top to toe.
Hear how I'm sounding,
see, how I'm crying,
oh, if only I stayed home!
Both:
Hear how I'm (he) sound(s)ing,
see, how I'm (he's) crying,
oh, if only I (he) stayed home!
2.
The magister:
oh, my poor glunt,
do not think about that!
Such things does not make us more happy!
Hodie tibi,
cras forsan mihi -
Oh, for what does it matter, if only the soul is happy?
The glunt:
Aye, but just that
is made with the right
and without remorse I am sorely tormented;
I ride with Mares,
oh, such times!
What have I done to, like this, be punished?
Both:
I (you) ride with Mares,
oh, such times!
What have I (you) done to, like this, be punished?
3.
The magister:
Cry no more!
I shall curate
and return with homeopathy!
Tell me, how does it feel?
Does it hurt, does it burn?
My god, it's cardialgia!
The glunt:
The pulses' waves,
hot as flames,
It fills, with worry, my chest.
the thoughts wanders,
the tears flows,
my heart cannot hear any comfort.
Both:
the thoughts wanders,
the tears flows,
my (your) heart cannot hear any comfort.
4.
The magister:
It will soon be over.
All you need is
Primo a herring and. secundo, a drink.
Then you shall drink
and hiccup away
the lust for food out of your stomach's depth.
The glunt:
Aye, but the appetite,
it is so small,
so small, but the thirst is great.
For all of God's long night
have I drunk water,
first out of a bottle, then a bowl, my brother.
Both:
For all of God's long night
have I (you) drunk water,
first out of a bottle, then a bowl, my brother.
5.
The magister:
Water does not suffice.
Something which sucks
is what is needed.
The cellar's hosts
are even God's gifts.
Shame on him, who lives on water and bread!
The glunt:
Well then, concedo,
and I am ready,
ready to listen. Yes, that is certain.
But imagine
that there's something you shall miss,
Then I'll, and Lord curse my name, an absolutist!
Both:
But imagine
that there's something you shall miss,
Then I'll, and Lord curse my name, an absolutist!
The glunt's aunt
The glunt:
Do you know my aunt, Miss Hoppenrath,
she who lives in "Dragarbrunn" and keeps me with food?
Utterly respectable, that may be the case,
but a real Fouria is she seen as a lady.
The magister:
Oh yeah, I saw her recently.
The glunt:
She looks like a Russian, doesn't she?
The magister:
That'd would be wrong to say. She bears,
on the contrary, her years with all honour.
Think, what growth, such forms, such air,
and admit, well she dresses!
The glunt:
Aye, ev'ry thread
from top to toe
sits as if it were smitten.
The growth is good
and the face, it's alright.
The form is good but, the mouth!
Both:
Oh no, oh no, oh no, that mouth!
2.
The glunt:
If it so happens, that gone I am
and do not pass the time when she's making pl r,
then, god help me, I am a goner
and have good reasons to wish for infernal torture.
The magister:
Well, what does she sag then?
The glunt:
Surely you can understand.
The magister:
No, dear friend, fortunate I am
to not have in aunts in town;
and I suppose that, if there was one here,
She certainly would be a cause for trouble.
The glunt:
You, see then
she begins, and then
she puts on that face:
"Go sit in the corner,
lost son,
you should be eating with the pigs."
Both:
Oh no, oh no, oh no, the pigs.
3.
The glunt:
Oh, it is terrible to, every day,
receive so much curses, just me,
and to not dare answer, and to have to endure it all
and, in addition, almost ev'ry day, to have to eat palt.
The magister:
Well, that sure is not great.
The glunt:
You see now why I get desperate.
The magister:
If it was me, I'd rather starve,
but getting used is second nature.
A plate of food and a secession of arguing.
Say, is it fair or unfair?
The glunt:
Getting used? What are you saying?
When the clock strikes seven,
I was once again get hurt,
and for my mouth,
when my wallet is empty
I amend the crisis and the wound.
Both:
Oh no, oh no, oh no, that wound.
4.
The glunt:
Worst is to hear: "Where were you yesterday?
Shall you not the exam soon? Soon you'll be thirty.
Playing, revelling, singing, being out late in the city,
what shall that amount to? And sleeping long into the day?"
The magister:
What many questions she can give!
The glunt:
And what my answers are feeble!
The magister:
Well, of course, in spite of what we say
are we, indeed, a bit infamous.
You have endured both quarrel and torture
from miss Hoppenrath herself.
The glunt:
Aye, maybe so.
And so do you too,
just you, you lucky bastard,
but no matter
my soul does ache
just by thinking of my aunt!
Oh no, oh no, oh no, your aunt!
The magister's failed serenade
The glunt:
Slowly now, throw away
the cigarette,
stand over there, that is a good place,
I shall play the guitar,
begin now, there she are!
The magister (begins the serenade)
O, fair maiden, if you awaken
by my song, do not fear!
You do not know how much faithful love is missed,
and how always hope, you do understand, asch, no!
The glunt:
Do you see any light? Nay! Has the curtain moved?
Nay, she's lying as still as a log.
Bang on the wall, awaken the blond,
willst du nicht, so musst du doch!
The magister:
If a song reaches your ears,
O, do not keep it there!
It wants to reach your, and the road he surely finds,
for it is a sorrowing sigh.
-No sound?
The glunt:
No sound!
The magister:
And no light?
The glunt:
Nay, no light!
The magister:
And no semblance?
The glunt:
Nay!
To wake up this maiden,
a posaune is needed,
or that you shout
into her cabin.
Both:
Aye, then it's Satan's own girl, who does not awaken,
despite that twenty bases plays
all that their throats can handle!
And with such a musical menagerie at her side,
all attention does not suffice,
surely she can understand that!
Scream, darling, and scramble,
stumble,
just go on!
Stomp on the street and mess around,
horse around!
Worse anyways!
The glunt:
Silence... the curtain is moving... be quiet!... stand still!
Begin the serenade one more time,
take the other reprise!
The magister (continues the serenade):
If a song reaches your ears,
O, do not...
The glunt:
Forgive me brother, I imagined things.
All is like it was before!
The magister:
That was the straw that broke my camel's back...
What a snoozer, my god!
Both:
Kick on the gate and make noise,
make a ruckus,
without reason!
Knock on the window and disturb,
scream,
no pardon!
Gossip now tomorrow for dogs and cat,
and the scandal which occurred this night
by "drunk students"!
How the Glunt's bitterness, on "The Apple", is dispelled by the Magister's spring fantasies
The glunt:
Brother, I'm tried of life, I am,
tired of fights and of vanity.
There's nothing here that appeals,
I want to bid adieu of this world.
Yes, I want to die,
to sleep in the snow,
to make the pain go away.
The magister:
My dear friend,
do not do that yet!
Great times will soon come.
The glunt:
Aye, but, dear brother,
if you think so,
you are na ve as hell.
In past days,
when you were a man,
then it was "etwas anders"!
Both:
Cheers!
The magister:
Soon comes the spring. Already are the winds
heard singing over town and land.
Both:
The ice melts and the waves splash,
playfully and freely toward its beloved strand.
The magister:
Then it's green in ev'ry valley,
The glunt:
The lark teases and the cuckoo clucks loudly.
Both:
Now every maiden is now at a ball,
quite genteel for such a hall.
Then it's green in ev'ry valley,
the lark teases and the cuckoo clucks loudly.
2.
The glunt:
Aye, it sure is nice, all this,
provided you don't feel ill,
and certainly is the spring nice,
Give me the carte, Lazarilla!
Say, shall we take
a drink, what do you say,
have one at least?
The magister:
Well, let us go!
Brandy for two!
Excellent! Read out loud now! What is there to eat?
The glunt (reading the carte):
Fermented herring,
Dutch herring,
Norwegian herring in paper,
herring-salad,
awful food!
No more decoys!
Both:
Cheers!
The magister:
Have patience! Soon shall the King's meadow's lilies
show you the way to Eklundshof.
Both:
Soon at “Fördärvet” on failing linden trees,
the globes will thunder to the praise of the sixes.
The magister:
And at "Flustret" stands Norberg and gloats
The glunt:
In a white jacket and shining shoes.
Both:
And when the steamer comes, my brother,
you'll find fumade onboard, I believe.
And at "Flustret" stands Norberg and gloats
In a white jacket and shining shoes.
3.
The glunt:
Dear friend, this drink was good,
and so was your description of the spring!
Both are like, aye, thank you,
balsam on the wounds.
Posito that
I've already sat
in the boat and drunk.
The magister:
Posito then:
I should be one,
who stod by the door, drunk.
The glunt:
But you see,
is it not,
something completely different?
And for May,
oh, oh oh,
it is already damned!
Both:
Cheers!
The magister:
The sun, with longing kisses, awakes
earth. Its young, slumbering bride.
Both:
But lo how he smiles, when, tired, she streches,
Casting off her snow-white nightgown.
The magister:
And looking forwards does two..
The glunt:
Her small children.
Both:
Little wind-flower with eyes so blue,
and cowslip in the stocking stuffer so grey,
And looking forwards does two,
Her small children.
The glunt's vigilance
The glunt:
Now I've run so I'm tired and cankered
in and out of buildings in the entire city;
not a penny have I earned
and already do I suffer all day.
Recently, I think, the clock struck three.
Five, for a settlement, shall be.
Now advise me, you who are old and experienced!
The magister:
Tell me first and foremost he sum,
the creditor's name and such,
all of that kind.
The glunt:
Fifty rixdollar is what I owe,
hawker Liljegren is to whom I owe,
he shall do ev'rything to discredit me,
so that no one would want to give a loan to me.
That is for sure.
The magister:
Lucky is he who bears no great troubles
and who has little debts
On credit's deceiving scale!
Both:
Fifty rixdollar etc.
The glunt:
Quite unfortunate it is,
God knows that it bears!
The magister:
Aye, you were then born on a good day!
The glunten:
Aye, that I know.
2.
The glunt:
Do not blabber, without helping me.
The debt, little may it be,
it shall be paid too, and for this
advice is what I ask of you.
Be now clement...
don't sit like that and beg!
Maybe at last I'll even receive a no?
The magister:
Swear that you'll obediently follow my instruction,
and I'll guarantee you for your transaction.
The glunt:
Aye, I swear an oath, too sacred to recite
that a single moment to not hesitate,
without being deft and ready to immediately execute
whatever decision you find necessary to propose.
That is for sure!
Both:
Aye, I swear etc.
The glunt:
Well, what then?
Say, where shall I go then?
The magister:
Aye, to your aunt, my honorary brother.
The glunt:
I was dumb who swore.
At "Flustret", a Sunday evening during the dog days of summer
The glunt:
It's so eerily empty in the city,
squares and streets stand empty,
No one is seen at the promenade,
no one goes to Flustret.
The magister:
Soda water, mademoiselle!
Sugar and apple juice, would you kindly?
Both:
It's so eerily empty in the city,
squares and streets stand empty.
2.
The glunt:
All is languorous. The midge stings.
The sun burns hot and red,
and from the tower rings
the bell, as if one had died.
(The cork flies from the bottle).
The magister:
Damn, that drink was good,
another one we shall have had.
Both:
All is languorous, ect.
3.
The glunt:
The glasses are too small.
It doesn't help a bit, notice I.
Nay, however one tosses off.
It was a blessed day!
The magister:
Maidens, bring one so,
amphora and scoops for two!
Both:
The glasses are too small. etc.
4.
The glunt:
No lark is heard singing,
no dace is, at the beach, seen
The bees, sleepy and heavy,
hide among the grass and straw.
The magister:
Shall we take a rest,
we, like them....what do you say?
Both:
No lark etc.
5.
The glunt:
See how dead silent it is!
See, how hanging slack is the pennant!
In a ship's cabin
sunbathes a grey-yellow cat
The magister:
And on the steamer's deck
sitts miss Roos on a sack.
Both:
See how dead silent etc.
6.
The glunt:
Alone on a rock near the fall,
"The film", with a rod, stand,
staring patiently down the swell,
rending his yellow hairs.
The magister:
And on a bridge stands the two
philistines with hats and looks on.
Both:
Alone on a rock etc.
7.
The glunt:
The winds quakes, the sun
glows bright, oh, so hot!
And, despite me being so near the pole,
I think I'll die of sweat.
The magister:
Don't fret, dear friend,
the maidens live yet.
Both:
The winds quakes etc.
8.
The glunt
Come, let's go to Sumpen,
let's freshen up with a bath!
Maybe that day, so bitter,
can become a bit more cheery!
The magister
Well then, adieu mademoiselle!
I'll be leaving tonight-
Both:
Come, let's go to Sumpen,
let's freshen up with a bath!
By the fire in the magister's chamber after a grand dinner party
1.
Both:
Come, dusk, lower yourself
O'er our tired minds,
come and mold into our joins,
Rest's balsam,
oh, come!
The magister:
It is good to rest
after the day's battles,
let your mind dream
of better times!
The glunt:
Ye, who breaks the chains of the spirit,
then he, from the depth of the heart, speaks,
useless blabber, to hell with it,
away with it to the other halls!
Both:
Aye, shall the kings of the earth abdicate
and ministers should resignate,
if they could, like we, frolic,
by themself and a bit more.
2.
Both:
Already, during the night's dark skies,
small shy starts appears,
and the days' flocks grow thin,
both on the streets
and on the squares.
The magister:
It is nice to stretch
the legs on the table
and be allowed to, in peace,
speak freely.
The glunt:
I, as God's willing captive,
crooked backs, bent necks,
Away with it! Away with the braces,
away with scarfs and tailcoats!
Both:
Aye, shall the kings of the earth etc.
4.
Both:
But our fire hath died down,
and the fallen fires tell us
that our thread of life will be spun
bright and golden
but short.
The magister:
Aye, but it doesn't matter.
While warm on the outside and in,
I want to spark, burn
until I too die down,
The glunt:
I, who is frozen in the grave,
by your vanity's fireworks,
ah, to then see that you only have
trusted in yourselves, much in yourselves!
Both:
Aye, shall the kings of the earth abdicate
and ministers should resignate,
if they could, like we, frolic,
by themself and a bit more.
The magister's flame
1.
The magister:
Ah, even in Arcadia have I been,
I've been there long, been there in vain,
yet I remember the golden times which are gone,
yet does my chest, by the sigh of longing, heave.
Twinkling star,
brilliant tern,
why, why could I not remain?
Did I break any of the Gods' laws?
Oh, I know that I did not break any human laws.
Both:
why, why could I not remain? etc.
2.
The magister:
On the hope of seeing her I nourished.
Next to the window I sat all day,
she did not appear, by what a pain I had been consumed!
If she came, oh god, how could I not be enamored!
Lords, servants,
city dwellers, students,
everyone wanted to hug me,
and delighted, beside myself with bliss,
I forgot everything for her.
Both:
why, why could I not remain? etc.
3.
The magister:
And when everything was quiet in the city of Odin,
and only the moon watched by the light,
do you remember then, how often that serenade
was heard by the corner of the white house?
Until that therein,
lovely memory,
follow me, follow me through life yet!
she, betrayed by the billowing curtain,
listened in the peace of the night.
Both:
why, why could I not remain? etc.
4.
The magister:
O! “Ask'st thou my home?—my pathway wouldst thou know”,
the most beautiful mirage on my youth's heaven!
Although, all hope disapeared with you from the earth,
the memory of thee follows me in the world's teeming.
oh, but adieu,
idolo mio!
Not one more song will I sing of you.
For I fear that the old spark
still lives below the ashes.
Both:
why, why could I not remain? etc.
The glunt's flame
1.
The glunt:
Once upon a time, I was deeply in love...
The magister:
Cheers, my brother, for all old memories!
I was rich like de Geer...
The magister:
Cling! Cheers! And delight with your senses!
The glunt:
It's all over. Lust and its need
have long since died,
my old flame's rosen-red
lipps, their glow has ceased.
Both:
Well, for what does it matter?
Here we shall sit all damn day long,
smoke with our pipe and the tap we shall turn,
here you see he, who is old and wont
to both libel and chicane.
Aye, we shall not give a damn!
Forget about the gossip and talk in town!
The magister:
For if you were as white as a swan...
The glunt:
Likewise.
The magister:
They would make you the worst morian.
The glunt:
Aye, my soul!
The magister:
But certainly was it difficult, that your suitor plan
so quickly sunk into time's ocean.
2.
The glunt:
Aye, that was certainly misfortune, friend!
The magister:
take a drink and relate!
The glunt:
Late on a rainy fall evening in 'thirtyseven...
The magister:
The same year I would practise.
The glunt:
I went, swinging on the claque,
at the Carolina-hill,
suddenly I stumble, and, oh, an
angel falls head over heels on the neck.
Both:
Well, for what does it matter?
Here we shall sit all damn day long, etc.
3.
The glunt:
Imagine now my great quandary!
The magister:
Well, other than her then, who found herself pushed?
The glunt:
Aye, she certainly fell without prudery.
The magister:
Poor one! When someone becomes so scuffed...
The glunt:
Soon, once again, she'll be on her legs,
beautiful, but completely drenched,
and I'll make a fuss, wipe and cry,
and she smiles and she forgives.
Both:
Well, for what does it matter?
Here we shall sit all damn day long, etc.
4.
The glunt:
If only you know, how I was like!
The magister:
Oh, about that know I and many more.
The glunt:
Oh, I ran 'round the hills all day long.
The magister:
Have your angel not fallen over anymore?
The glunt:
In vain, brother, a year passes by
with having achived my goal,
then, at last, one day I find
her and all hope disappears.
Both:
Well, for what does it matter?
Here we shall sit all damn day long, etc.
5.
The glunt:
As you know, I took the exam before.
The magister:
Aye, you were one among many polyglots.
The glunt:
As well as I sat, a door did open.
The magister:
I understand, it was the professor's beautiful daughter!
The glunt:
Nay, there stood my old flame
and the professor, at the same time,
said "Do you have coffee, miss,
for this sir?" Goddamn anamma!
Both:
Well, for what does it matter?
Here we shall sit all damn day long,
smoke with our pipe and the tap we shall turn,
here you see he, who is old and wont
to both libel and chicane.
Aye, we shall not give a damn!
Forget about the gossip and talk in town!
The magister:
For if you were as white as a swan...
The glunt:
Likewise.
The magister:
They would make you the worst morian.
The glunt:
Aye, my soul!
The magister:
But certainly was it difficult, that your suitor plan
so quickly sunk into time's ocean.
An evening at the cemetery (unfinished)
The glunt:
Do you not believe, dear brother, when the silent grave
wrap around us in its old embrace,
the blame will tire of breaking the rod
over yours as well as the glunt's name?
The magister:
No, dear friend, I don't think so,
the blame never tires, no.
The glunt:
Aye, but if most people would judge
The meeting in the Domtrappan
1.
The magister,
Hold on, glunt, hold it!
Why are you running like that?
The glunt (anxious):
Oh, I'm always scared, as soon
a seeking man finds me here.
Both:
Some places are truly infamous!
2.
The magister:
Well, but what reasons do you have to blame
Domtrappan? Surely you have dreamt...
The glunt:
Do not say that! There above wander
those who, of “cuique suum”, have forgot.
Both:
Some places are truly infamous!
3.
Do you want to eat breakfast
here at the "Guildhouse", what do you say?
The glunt:
The old men's bar which they frequent?
I rather visit their homes today.
Both:
Some places are truly infamous!
4.
The magister:
Let us then, to "The apple", march,
the host is funny, the beer is good.
The glunt:
Aye, but his wife is none of that
in spite of what she has received.
Both:
Some places are truly infamous!
5.
The magister:
Maybe "Schylla" would suit you.
A la bonheur, go on, go on!
The glunt:
Halt! said Flodman, our stomachs
could be hurt anyways.
Both:
Some places are truly infamous!
6.
Perhaps "Blaffen's widow"
have something good, what do you say?
The glunt:
Well, and in that case you can call it
a form of invoice, aye!
Both:
Some places are truly infamous!
7.
The magister:
What do say about the "Guesthouse"? There
you can live as king Croesus. Let us go.
The glunt:
But, as you may remember, you won't
get a crumb of food for your money.
Both:
Some places are truly infamous!
8.
The magister:
All of my proposals you shoot down,
suggest something yourself, if you can.
The glunt:
Well then! "The seven drinks of hell",
do you not think it all will go on?
Both:
Some places are truly infamous!
The glunt's mistake
The glunt:
Do you remember the day last year?
God help me, it was horrible!
The magister:
Oh yeah, I remember when you were enamoured
and met, well, you surely know who!
The glunt:
How still one..
The magister:
Can rush on!
Both:
Oh faugh!
Verily we were a bit muzzy,
by nectars and ambrosia.
And not so little more anyway,
when we could do so.
2.
The glunt:
A sort of concert was arranged
a la Musard, one saturday evening;
The magister:
The park around Flustret was elucidated
and made every wench into a mademoiselle.
The glunt:
Punsch you could also drink till
The magister:
If you'd so will.
Both:
Oh faugh!
Verily we were a bit muzzy etc.
3.
The glunt:
At a berceau we sat
and smoked cigares in peace.
The magister:
We spoke of Norberg's sucesses
and of Mr. Chiewitz and his bridge.
The glunt:
And then we thought we'd seen...
The magister:
The most beautiful...
Both:
Oh faugh!
Verily we were a bit muzzy etc.
4.
The glunt:
We sprung up and soon we found,
hidden among the trees, our dryad.
The magister:
The lamps, despite that they had burned,
let us see the most beautiful thing.
The glunt:
Forwards we rushed...
The magister:
So enarmoured!
Both:
Oh faugh!
Verily we were a bit muzzy etc.
5.
The glunt:
"Why so lonely, pretty bridesmaid?"
That's what I blurted out.
The magister:
"Do not be so shy, ye evening star!"
was, if I recall, my screed.
The glunt:
She just sighed and went...
The magister:
With eyes turn'd.
Both:
Oh faugh!
Verily we were a bit muzzy etc.
6.
The glunt:
But even if she wanted to be left alone,
we followed her everywhere.
The magister:
But at a sun-yellow streetlight,
she was forced to stop.
The glunt:
Then she turned around...
The magister:
Then it happened...
Both:
Oh faugh!
Verily we were a bit muzzy etc.
7.
The glunt:
Say not a word more about the event,
spare me from a explication!
The magister:
Aye, but my brother, the modern taste
can't withstand any mystification.
The glunt:
Aunts are pretty good-
The magister:
Aye, sometimes!
Both:
Oh faugh!
Verily we were a bit muzzy,
by nectars and ambrosia.
And not so little more anyway,
when we could do so.
The accusation
The glunt:
I am so worried in my soul and mind.
Where shall the road meet its end?
Sometimes it happens I'm empty inside,
and someone shouted: come out!
And as I think,
someone pulls
my arm to my surtout.
But such antics
as he has and a tone,
where he locks me out, that daemon,
certainly i recognise a familiar fellow from 'thirty-seven,
it is you!
The magister (emotional):
Is that what my friendship
was to you?
Was all our joy
in vain?
O, so forgive me!
I wanted well,
but you hurt me,
farewell! Farewell!
The glunt:
Well then, possess me, doesn't he cry,
that Juvenal!
The magister:
And shall not smile, like he shall gratulate
for the kameral.
Both:
And shall not smile, well then, possess me, etc.
After the kameral-examination
1.
The glunt:
So then, my honorary brother, now I am soverated,
examinated and- what do you say? - approbated,
post tot discrimina have I safely reached the harbour,
Yes, thank the lord above, come embrace me dear partner!
Both:
Post tot discrimina have I safely reached the harbour,
Yes, thank the lord above, come embrace me dear partner!
2.
The glunt:
Do you remember the accusation? It was not that far up the pole,
You got upset and I, well I took the kameral.
Geeze what I think we should quickly, from this, move,
if we should only argue sometimes a bit more!
Both:
Geeze what I think etc.
3.
The glunt:
Do not be foul anymore against the old comrade,
whom you yourself helped to become a man of the state!
Think about how much a single word does hurt,
if he can have heard it!
Both:
Think about how much etc.
4.
The glunt:
Verily my grade was not remarkable,
and what convicted it, you can realise,
For these people hold no good razón,
for the person concerned's predestination,
Both:
For these people etc.
5.
Oh, if you only knew how my aunt jubilated!
She cried and kissed my and was completely elated.
Hurrah for her now! She meant it sincerely,
even though her yoke, at times, felt a bit weighty.
Both:
Hurrah for her now! Etc.
6.
The glunt:
Oh, you old head, who stands there silently,
do you not think I know what you're thinking?
March then to Eklundshof! And there shall we revel
and, like two young foals, in the grass shall we tumble.
Both:
March then to Eklundshof!
7.
The glunt:
But first, let us part ways with the old habits
and the white cravat, the hat and the wardens!
Indeed those suits fit for certain patrons,
but it does not fit for people with wild antics.
Both:
Indeed those suits fit etc.
8.
The glunt:
I am grateful for the coat which, across the charm,
does not fight against when I bend the arm,
and then a pair of pants, for the legs,
if i should have holes in the branch
Both:
and then a pair of pants etc.
9.
Oh, when I remember that I shall soon leave
this beloved place, my heart does ache.
Adult life have so few things that well doth beckons,
and its well-off men look like wooden carvings.
Both:
Adult life have so few things etc.
10.
The glunt:
Therefore, as soon as I can, I'll have, for a wife, settled,
and I'll have a home in two or three years at the latest.
If my wife does not grant me bundles of money,
I'll make sure to have glunts a-plenty.
both:
If my wife does not grant
11.
The glunt:
But what is this? I think I've gone insane,
standing here, blabbering and forgetting about the time.
Come now, I yearn to be outside in nature
like a poor sparrow in its cage.
Both:
Come now, I yearn to be outside in nature
like a poor sparrow in its cage.
Graduation ball at Eklundshof
The magister:
Kalle!
The glunt:
Janne!
The magister:
Waiter!
The glut:
Mister Schy...
The glunt:
Petter!
The magister:
Here he is!
The glunt:
Please, stop now!
The magister:
Bow down now, for goodness' sake!
The glunt has taken the kameral.
The glunt (to the waiter):
We shall have have ball, but neither in the hall
nor in the small rooms or in the antechamber,
and not in the attic, not on the balcony,
but here in the yard, the grass-green pathway.
The magister:
Petter!
The glunt:
Did he run away?
The magister:
Stop right there!
The glunt:
Stand still!
The magister:
Fumade...
The glunt:
flowers...
The magister:
black radish...
The glunt:
And herring!
The magister:
Nay, now give me real orders, or it'll all go awry.
The glunt:
You shall set the table, but neatly, my dearest Petter,
with flowers on the table and torn serviette
with radish, fumade, reindeer roast and more
and a bottle of beer and a bit of madeira.
Both:
Shall we settle down here?
Or maybe there?
Aye, in the shade of the tree shall we sit.
(They sit down in the)
Both:
Here is it good to be,
oh, how wonderful life is!
Hear the singing of the bird
and how green the grass is!
The bumblebee buzzes, the butterfly flaunts
The lark sings its trill in the sky,
and out of nectar-filled bowls
we drink with small flowers.
(The waiter comes along with the ball)
The glunt:
There we have Petter!
The magister:
What a lively party!
Clean serviette...
The glunt:
Sharpened glasses...
(They sit down at a table)
The magister:
Well, this ball seems to be, no doubt, good,
the butter is fresh and the sweet-milk cheese...
The glunt:
Oh hell, what horrible schnapps, it tastes bad!
Cast the bottle onto the grass.
The glunt:
Aye, but stay away from pulsatilla!
Alcohol and lilies do not go well together.
The magister:
But no!
The radish is.
The glunt:
Yeah!
The magister:
See, here's a slice!
The glunt:
No thank you.
I ate that.
The magister:
Do you still feel it yet?
Well, then eat some pork chops!
The glunt:
Geeze, I ate so that the sweat runs.
Do you see of the balcony?
The magister:
Nay!
The glunt:
Look o'er there, there stands Lotta!
Both:
Geeze, such a picturesque view from this tiny little cavern!
The glunt:
Do you see?
The magister:
Aye!
The glunt:
Stand still!
The magister:
You see now!
The glunt:
Cheers!
The magister:
Oh, now she goes.
The glunt:
What a shame!
Both (shouting towards her):
Cheers for your socks, Lotta!
The magister:
Did she get upset?
The glunt:
Oh, god no!
The magister:
How does your pork chops tastes?
Mine is dry...
The glunt:
Just like mine...
The magister:
And greasy, chug some madeira!
The glunt:
I'll take some fumade!
The magister:
Phew! I'm starting to get stuffed.
See, here comes the waiter!
The glunt:
Well, what now?
The magister:
Do we get more?
Both (they see a plate of pastries)
Pastries! Goddamn!
The glunt (to the waiter):
Are you insane?
The magister:
Go!
Both:
Now go as far as the peppers grow!
The glunt:
You can give that to novices.
Pass me the cigar!
The magister:
Quickly:
Both:
The best you can get...
The magister:
Cuban, numero...
The glunt:
Cheers, magister! Cheers!
The magister:
The morning's Fischer!
Cheers (they toast and drink)! Oh yeah!
This was not madeira!
The glunt:
Faugh! What kind of sludge is this?
The magister:
God, I don't know...
The glunt:
and the waiter...
The magister:
It goes just as well!
Let your imagination put the grape of fire
in Fyris' billow.
Cheers!
The glunt:
I think we're stuck with a half?
The magister:
Let's roll with that!
Cheers for true Juvenals!
The glunt:
Cheers for those of the olden tribe!
Drink to the bottom!
The magister:
Oh yes!
The glunt:
There we go; now ev'rything's as it should be.
The magister:
Thank now, glunt!
The glunt:
Thank you!
The magister (rising from his chair):
Quod felix faustumque...
The glunt (interrupting):
Amen, amen!
The magister (touched, holds a speech):
May you, over time...
The glunt (flustred, constantly interrupting):
Quiet!
The magister:
enjoy...
The glunt:
Shut up!
The magister:
You shut up!
All this felicity...
The glunt:
Tralala!
The glunt:
Which your warm...
The glunt:
Tralala!
The magister:
Friendly soul deserves.
The glunt:
Be so good and repeat!
The magister:
And if happiness grants you...
The glunt:
Oh, is there more?
The magister:
Its greatest gifts, do not forget about
your magister!
Both:
Cheers, my honorary brother!
(They throw themselves onto the grass. The glunt falls asleep).
The magister:
Oh, how quietly the sun set below Rickomberga's
groves!
Come and lie down in the grass! Quietly,
I hear how it grows.
You are tired by the day's battles. Here it is bedded,
take a nap!
Look, around the bed, small bluebells surrounds you.
One time, after greater battles, you'll get to rest
here.
But, then you'll have different bells,
Glunt, what do you think?
Ah, he's asleep. Easily forgotten is the best
moments of life.
When our spirits goes there, where light dreams live.
(The magister starts getting drowsy. Everything is quiet for a moment)
The magister (half-asleep):
It was a stupid exam he took!
The glunt (Whom has awakened during that time):
Oh lord!
The Impromptu Ball
1.
The magister:
Let's go now, good gentlemen! Now begins the ball.
See the burnt punch, so big and posh!
The glunt:
Set it on the floor in the middle of the hall,
it is the centre of our solar system.
The magister:
With its light our little world shall light up:
ev'ry lady
is an heavenly sphere.
Both:
With its light our little world shall light up:
ev'ry lady
is an heavenly sphere.
2.
The magister:
Gather now the plants from the kitchen,
Lotta, Karen, the cook and the mademoiselle!
The glunt:
Madame Winter has joined, the old phantom!
She'll certainly be happy tonight.
The magister:
Ulla, thank god, is already here,
and I myself...
are a bit in love.
Both:
Ulla, thank god, etc.
3.
The magister:
One is certainly allowed to sit next to the bowl!
Who? Well, our lovely cashier!
The glunt:
Chase the flies from the cabbages,
our broiler, fire and accessories!
The magister:
Do not let your hand tremble, when you pour
and keep an eye
for your bailiwick!
Both:
Do not let your etc.
4.
The magister:
Lo, here comes the whole rabble!
Hurrah, lads! Come and take one for yourself!
The glunt:
Geeze, what noise! Here you loose your senses,
frounce not, the mademoiselle shall enter!
The magister:
ye beautiful, good-hearted, sweet as sugar
step inside!
Here it's just us.
Both:
ye beautiful, good-hearted, etc.
5.
The magister:
Shhh! Now begins the act;
Fiddler, play the music of the spheres.
The glunt:
Those who sit shall stop to the beat,
otherwise, let them attend to their practices.
The magister:
Ulla, if you take off that ugly scarf
you'll certainly become
the queen of the ball.
Both:
Ulla, if you etc.
6.
The magister:
Louder, fiddler! Play on the violin's
four strings, or you'll not be heard.
The glunt:
Come, the mademoiselle shall dance nolens volens;
so don't stand there and answer no!
The magister:
Know, though the cuckoo crows for a little while longer,
the owl howls
its hoot.
Both:
Know, though the cuckoo crows
7.
The magister:
Hey! Now it resound with the timps and trumpets,
the windows scramble, the doors are being slammed to the beat.
The glunt:
The floor shakes, when our world's planets
storm forward on their wild hunt.
The magister:
Lotta, you are our comet, for all our glamour
you do have in
your charming tail.
Both:
Lotta, you are our comet, etc.
8.
The magister:
For heaven’s sake, hold on to madame Winter!
The old woman’s fainting, she can’t stay on her feet!
The glunt:
Bring the water! Watch out, she's slipping,
drink now! Yes, she wants the punch that's burnt.
The magister:
There we go, madame, stand up with and drink some more,
now sit down
next to your cavalier!
Both:
There we go, etc.
9.
The ball seems to be outmost animated,
everyone's talking, no one's listening.
The glunt:
The cook herself is, with tasks, constantly engaged,
sweating, hiccups loudly and shouts: well then!
The magister:
Karen's eyes, that's all that she has left,
emanates fire
like in the olden days.
Both:
Karen's eyes, etc.
10.
The magister:
Hurrah, see how Lotta's skirt is slipping,
sweet, let the apostate be set free.
The glunt:
Like the sun in clear skies,
she smiles in her light clothing.
The magister:
Ulla, watch out, if Lotta's slips more
Barely anyone
will see you.
Both:
Ulla, watch out, etc.
11.
The magister:
the lights flickers, the dust clings to the roof,
the cook stumbles, the dishes falls over.
The glunt:
Glasses and pipes shatters, and because of the crash,
the host yawps, angry, hoarse and drunk.
The magister:
Forget about the host! Did you see the cook's fermeté?
Know what, brother,
it was worth to see.
Both:
Forget about the host! Etc.
12.
The magister:
Well, how did it go? No orations!
Oh, everything was a bagatelle!
The glunt:
Nystedt overstepped his permissions,
the cook fell and scared away the mademoiselle.
The magister:
The waiter thinks glasses and pipes could go
netto to
one and thirty-two.
Both:
The waiter thinks etc.
13.
The magister:
Enough dancing! Hurrah for the bowl!
Long live life! Waiter, hit it!
The glunt (who sees that the bowl empty):
Well, what now? There's nothing in the bowl.
Hear now, you fool, no raillery!
The magister:
We, who've danced, have barely shed a tear,
and the burnt punch
it was as good as our.
Both:
We, who've danced, etc.
14.
The magister:
Where is the sir? He surely knows who did that,
is he unwell? More than our madame?
The glunt:
She and the doctor has fallen under the table.
But where' the cashier? Does not dare stepping forward?
The magister:
Yeah, poor guy is standing in the corner.
Aye, now he takes
another goddamn loan.
Both:
Yeah, poor guy etc.
15.
The magister:
Aye, sic transit gloria mundi!
Stillborn, joy is put on a strecher.
The glunt:
Happy is he who get a moment of rest
no matter how it goes.
The magister:
If I arrange a ball another time
then I know
that it will be
in a secret society.
The castle bell
Both:
Hear, hear how the castle bell's sound in the silent night!
Ah, like angels who float down from the heavens,
calling us to prayer and the trembling pair of wings,
carries you up to the all-father throne.
The glunt:
Oh, when can I hear such a precious throng once again?
Maybe never? That's what I think.
Both:
Ah, but forever from you a well-known song
lives deep in my soul, wherever I go.
The glunt's travel coffers
1.
The magister:
Sit down now and count
plus and minus, dear friend.
The glunt:
Ah, but no!
The magister:
Don't just talk!
The glunt (brings up his wallet):
Let's see! Here's one of one-hundred,
three of a six and thirty-two,
two of a two.. I may wonder...
The magister:
Wonder what?
The glunt:
If there'll be any over.
The magister:
Ah, what a jackass! Be thankful
if it'll be enough!
One-hundred notes is but a few pennies.
Both:
That much is right!
2.
The magister:
Bring now the ink and pen!
Say, where was I now again?
Do have anything other than this?
The glunt:
n-no-no!
The magister:
Well, where do you have papper?
The glunt:
It's not in that drawer,
some vira protocol,
that can scratch the itch?
The magister:
No, you fool!
The glunt:
Well, then write on the desk.
The magister:
The desk? Well then! That is a given,
the same thing in a thousand ways
is executed in this life.
Both:
That much is right!
3.
The magister:
So, one-hundred and twenty-four,
now shall every one have theirs.
First off, have you paid your rent?
The glunt:
Where, if I may ask?
The glunt:
Where one eats their potatoes,
aye, sit there and smile.
you should also live for free.
The magister:
I'll see about that.
The glunt:
My aunt is certainly meek and mild.
The magister
Well, imagine now that she'll provide you,
room and food, and warmth and laundry,
that is good, but, do you understand me
Both:
That much is right!
4.
The magister:
Let's start the tour
through the city's tavens!
It'll surely make a dent in the fund.
The glunt:
Ah, hell!
The magister:
Now name them in order!
The glunt:
Aye, but brother, I intend to haggle
with them all, except for Lamby's,
there I've broken every window...
The magister:
gets his lot?
The glunt:
That makes five... or six...
The magister:
Seven... or eight... maybe nine?
Geeze, what money quickly burns!
I think we'll write ten at most?
Both:
That much is right!
5.
The magister:
The guest house? But that's the same,
there it's paid constantly?
But to the head waiter's mother...
The glunt:
Not a penny.
The magister:
Well, that could one say!
The glunt:
If she can't itemize
the bill, then there's no reason
to liquidate, right?
The magister:
Oh dear-
The glunt:
Let's pay them eight!
The magister:
Eight, did you say? Doubble the sum
may be more sufficient.
Therefore sixteen... greet the lady
Both:
That much is right!
The magister:
(The glunts brings up twenty bills)
"The Apple", now then... What is demanded?
Already a bill? Such a lady!
Say, what'll all of them cost?
The glunt:
Twenty-seven...
The magister:
And any shillings?
The glunt:
Fourty-four, aye. Löfven
also sends a bill, but he'll
have to be excused.
The magister:
It doesn't work like that.
The glunt:
We are good friends.
The magister:
Geeze, what a bill Jöns brings!
Are you aiming to be a cadet?
No friend in the game... pay up!
Both:
That much is right!
7.
The magister:
Löfven's demand, how great is it?
Hand over the bill, let's see!
Ouch, ouch, ouch, that's a lot!
The glunt:
Fifty-three...
The magister:
Fifty-three and eight
The glunt (edifying):
Yes, but tell me, who could possibly like
such unlimited credit?
That's very, very bad.
The magister:
That doesn't belong.
The glunt:
Many a inexperienced...
The magister:
Ah l'ingrat! Do you want to preach
against the credit that has clothed us,
entertained us, fed us and made us rich?
Both:
That much is right!
8.
Well then, sure there are no more?
Actually, we still have one,
odd enough for me to observe.
The glunt:
Well, what is it?
The magister:
He with the nice name...
The glunt:
Ah, the seven drinks... goddamn it!
Write six and thirty-two
so that the drinks will be covered.
The magister:
Close enough
The glunt:
So, what's the sum?
The magister (while he's counting):
Or better, for what does the rest
mater which shall be your retreat?
You won't fit that much in the vest.
Both:
That much is right!
9.
The magister (Who has finished counting):
Oh, is not worse?
Well, then you have left...
guess it, my good sir!
The glunt:
Maybe zero?
The magister:
About twelve shillings.
The glunt (abashed):
Really, it wasn't worse?
That was a damn result!
Really, it wasn't worse?
The magister:
Were you bewildered?
The glunt:
Well, not without-
The magister:
Take comfort! For holes in the coffers
I know an amulet...
I shall be a good man among the masses.
Both:
That much is right!
The farewell at Flottsund
The glunt:
Farewell, magister! This time
it's quiet in the hall at Flottsund.
On the stairs, does not the song resound
of the friends from Odinslund.
At Knäppingen, where the Vasa castle
was last seen among the park's trees,
I forced them leave me behind and the sorrow
and turned around. But you followed with me.
Farewell!
The magister:
Are you in such a hurry, dear friend?
Can you not stay for one more moment?
The glunt:
Do not hold me here any more! I cannot rest
until I've passed Löfstabro-
The magister:
Well then, farewell in God's name, ye barbarian!
The glunt:
Half my life, should be left for me!
Both:
Ah, if you could build and live
over there at the strand at Vårdsätra!
Strech your hand to me and promise, before you (I)
begin the journey,
that you'll write to me, wherever you are.
Farewell!
God knows when we'll meet each other again
in this world!
Ah, that our path should split here.
Farewell!
The magister:
No, wait!
I'll say goodbye to Alsike.
The glunt:
Honorary magister, what is it that I hear?
Ah, if only you knew how this concerned me!
Both:
Well then, see so, go!
The magister's monologue, after the glunt's travel from Alsike
The magister:
Ah, how our life is horrible!
Is there any joy on our earthly strife,
which does not begin with pageantry
and ends with crying?
Name a bliss that lasts forever!
Worst of all is to staying
year after year at the academy,
for every semester
is one supposed to put up a good face
and look happy, even though friends are missing.
But my heart cries
more bitter tears than my eyes can,
for I know and understand
that the friend, who leaves,
will not be the same, when he returns.
Tempora enim mutantur
et nos mutamur in illis, and then
we have hearts,
but understands, but proposes
ad culpandum quae nunc laudantur.
Then, with a pitiful laugh,
one listens to tales from the olden days,
how childish it is,
equally joyous it was,
if you satisfied your daily needs.
And out of the heart's small chambers,
where once it was warm and lively,
empty walls remain
and an echo is the only reply,
if a friend stands by the door and hammers.
Therefore I now want to tempt
the depths at the Lethean strand of the pyre!
for an angel sometimes
descends to its edge
and stirs it, as formerly at Bethesda.
“Drink then, drink iron in every vein,
rinse yourself” – he says – “in heart and mouth.
because it is said in the end:
the last pair must get out!”
Then it's good to have marrow in your bone.
