Oh, whom I only put on hats!
Mon dieu! - With which heads he spoke!
Such hats were pulled on their heads,
That their enemies were struck down on the spot!

I saw dare-devils and some losing their heads:
In the eyes is fire, in the mouth swear words and gags! ..
There were really among them such sissies,
That I wouldn’t put hats on them...

And the great king and the satrap,
And the negroe and the Roman pope, -
Suit the hats very well!
Thus you agree at last, that everything is under one hat,
But not for the head, but for the soul!