Der Zufriedene
The Contented Man


It has not been my birthright
To be either rich or great,
Yet I find that I’m quite content,
Could wish for no better fate.

Fortune has given me a friend,
A man after my own heart,
Where drinking, kissing, fooling around
All play a major part.

We approach our drinking wisely,
Drain each bottle to the dregs,
For it’s known that on life’s journey
Wine gives a man new legs.

Should my present way of life
Yield to one more forlorn,
Remember, in this world no rose
Flowers without a thorn.