The land is withering, alarm bells are ringing,

Every party is over.

The merry revelers sigh,

Now the ominous turn threatens.

The cheerful sound of the musicians has fallen silent.

And the revelers with their singing.

The beer tastes bitter in the drinkers' mouths.

In summer, the sun scorches the earth.

People worry about warmth in the cold winter.

The jokes of the funny chaps have faded.

Everyone seeks shelter, and no one laughs anymore.

The proud fall, the rich become impoverished.

Things will turn around,

When God passes judgment on all

Who did not think it necessary to honor him.