He said to us, “She verily is mine!”
“It’s but a joke, friend, it’s but a joke!
Come thou away - thou’rt utterly in wine.
It’s not thy business, boy, walk not this road!”
 
 

But he quits not, “I’ve really won today!
Let’s catch a cab, it’s time to take a roam!
The meter’s ticking, but it’s all the same,
We’ll have to pay but when the roam’s over.”

I take no pity on such queer birds,
Yet try to keep him being almost sober.
But he again talks big about her...
“Thou shouldst not say, friend, even a word over!”
 
 

My blood and wine start boiling in my veins,
And with a smile like I had heretofore,
I softly say to him, “It’s all the same,
But thou shalt pay, friend, when the roam’s over!”

Nor words nor tears can touch me tonight -
I want to fight, and I’ve been really strengthened!
“It’s not the moment to discuss my right -
Thou hast to pay for that, and thou shalt pay, friend!..”
 
 

Life drives me forth, and I enjoy the way.
I’m feeling good, I want to laugh and joke.
The meter’s ticking, but it’s all the same,
We’ll have to pay but when the roam’s over...