Diu spil-liute sint in der stat! - The gleemen are in town!

groove metal, german medieval metal, folk metal

[Verse 1]
Wir zîhen ûf der struoz den tac,
mit sælden spil, mit tanz und slac.
Diu liute lachen unde klagen nîht,
wan wir ir herzen müezent lîht.

[Verse 2]
Wan lachet mich ein vrouwe an,
sô wirt ir êhemann dâ von wan.
Er suochet uns mit grimmem sanc,
dô sprungen wir ûz lande kranc.

[Pre-Chorus]
Hô, hô! ir liute, hœret mîniu wort!
Diu spil-liute kument jâ — von lande z’ort!

[Verse 3]
Ein schœne maget rief mich nâch,
daz wart dem wirte gar unsâch.
Er swuor, er wolte slahen mich,
dô rîten wir snêlle über sich.

[Verse 4]
Zeweilen findet unser hant,
einen groschen, der niht ûf der want.
Ein schelmic lôn, ein kleiner wîn,
der mac uns manegen winter schîn.

[Pre-Chorus]
Hô, hô! ir liute, hœret mîniu wort!
Diu spil-liute kument jâ — von lande z’ort!

[Verse 5]
Dô rief ein pfaffe unsen trat,
er sprach: „ir füeret gar unrat!“
Wir neigeten und hûben spil,
dô gab er uns den lon mit zil.

[Verse 6]
So zîhen wir durch lant und wal,
mit pfîfe, gîge, horn und schal.
swer uns gehœret, lacht bereit,
und gibt uns win und brot zur zeit.

[Pre-Chorus]
Hô, hô! ir liute, hœret mîniu wort!
Diu spil-liute kument jâ — von lande z’ort!
diu spil-liute, diu spil-liute sint in der stat.
Schonet niht den häller, 
doch prüeftet iuwer taschen,
diu spil-liute, diu spil-liute sint in der stat.

Translation:
[Chorus]
Hold tight to your maidens,
seal up your bottles,
the gleemen, the gleemen are in town.
Do not spare your pennies,
yet watch your pockets,
the gleemen, the gleemen are in town.

[Verse 1]
We travel the whole day along the road,
with joyful play, with dance and beat.
The people laugh and do not complain,
for we lighten all their hearts.

[Verse 2]
But when a lady smiles at me,
her husband soon grows jealous of it.
He seeks us with grim loud rage,
then we leap out of the land in haste.

[Pre-Chorus]
Ho, ho! You people, hear my words!
The gleemen truly come — from far and wide!

[Verse 3]
A fair maid called after me,
that did not please the innkeeper at all.
He swore he would strike me down,
so we rode away as fast as we could.

[Verse 4]
At times our hands may find
a coin that was never on the shelf.
A rogue’s reward, a little wine—
that can warm us through many winters.

[Verse 5]
Then a priest blocked our path,
he said: “You bring only wickedness!”
We bowed and struck up our play,
and soon he paid us properly.

[Verse 6]
So we travel through land and woods,
with pipes, fiddle, horn and shawm.
Whoever hears us laughs with joy,
and gives us wine and bread in time.

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[Chorus] Haltet vest iuwer meiden, verstopfet iuwer flaschen, diu spil-liute, diu spil-liute sint in der stat. Schonet niht den häller, doch prüeftet iuwer taschen, diu spil-liute, diu spil-liute sint in der stat. [Verse 1] Wir zîhen ûf der struoz den tac, mit sælden spil, mit tanz und slac. Diu liute lachen unde klagen nîht, wan wir ir herzen müezent lîht. [Verse 2] Wan lachet mich ein vrouwe an, sô wirt ir êhemann dâ von wan. Er suochet uns mit grimmem sanc, dô sprungen wir ûz lande kranc. [Pre-Chorus] Hô, hô! ir liute, hœret mîniu wort! Diu spil-liute kument jâ — von lande z’ort! [Chorus] Haltet vest iuwer meiden, verstopfet iuwer flaschen, diu spil-liute, diu spil-liute sint in der stat. Schonet niht den häller, doch prüeftet iuwer taschen, diu spil-liute, diu spil-liute sint in der stat. [Verse 3] Ein schœne maget rief mich nâch, daz wart dem wirte gar unsâch. Er swuor, er wolte slahen mich, dô rîten wir snêlle über sich. [Verse 4] Zeweilen findet unser hant, einen groschen, der niht ûf der want. Ein schelmic lôn, ein kleiner wîn, der mac uns manegen winter schîn. [Pre-Chorus] Hô, hô! ir liute, hœret mîniu wort! Diu spil-liute kument jâ — von lande z’ort! [Chorus] Haltet vest iuwer meiden, verstopfet iuwer flaschen, diu spil-liute, diu spil-liute sint in der stat. Schonet niht den häller, doch prüeftet iuwer taschen, diu spil-liute, diu spil-liute sint in der stat. [Verse 5] Dô rief ein pfaffe unsen trat, er sprach: „ir füeret gar unrat!“ Wir neigeten und hûben spil, dô gab er uns den lon mit zil. [Verse 6] So zîhen wir durch lant und wal, mit pfîfe, gîge, horn und schal. swer uns gehœret, lacht bereit, und gibt uns win und brot zur zeit. [Pre-Chorus] Hô, hô! ir liute, hœret mîniu wort! Diu spil-liute kument jâ — von lande z’ort! diu spil-liute, diu spil-liute sint in der stat. Schonet niht den häller, doch prüeftet iuwer taschen, diu spil-liute, diu spil-liute sint in der stat. Translation: [Chorus] Hold tight to your maidens, seal up your bottles, the gleemen, the gleemen are in town. Do not spare your pennies, yet watch your pockets, the gleemen, the gleemen are in town. [Verse 1] We travel the whole day along the road, with joyful play, with dance and beat. The people laugh and do not complain, for we lighten all their hearts. [Verse 2] But when a lady smiles at me, her husband soon grows jealous of it. He seeks us with grim loud rage, then we leap out of the land in haste. [Pre-Chorus] Ho, ho! You people, hear my words! The gleemen truly come — from far and wide! [Verse 3] A fair maid called after me, that did not please the innkeeper at all. He swore he would strike me down, so we rode away as fast as we could. [Verse 4] At times our hands may find a coin that was never on the shelf. A rogue’s reward, a little wine— that can warm us through many winters. [Verse 5] Then a priest blocked our path, he said: “You bring only wickedness!” We bowed and struck up our play, and soon he paid us properly. [Verse 6] So we travel through land and woods, with pipes, fiddle, horn and shawm. Whoever hears us laughs with joy, and gives us wine and bread in time.

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