Il Était Une Fois À La Cour D'Eisenach (La Légende De Kleinzach)

Once upon a time at the court of Eisenach
There was a little runt named Kleinzach!
He wore a colbac on his head
And his legs, and his legs went click clack
Click clack, click clack, here is Kleinzach!

He had a hump instead of a stomach
His branched feet seemed to come out of a bag
His nose was black from tobacco
And his head, and his head went crackle crack
Crackle crack, crackle crack, here is Kleinzach!

As for the features of his face
Ah! His face was charming!
I see it, beautiful, beautiful as the day when running after her
I left like a madman the paternal house
And fled through the valleys and woods!
His dark twisted hair
Cast their warm shadows on his elegant flight
His eyes, wrapped in azure
Gave around her a fresh and pure gaze
And, as our chariot carried without jolts
Our hearts and loves, his vibrant and sweet voice
Threw to the listening heavens this victorious song
Whose eternal echo resonates in my heart!

Oh, strange brain! Who the devil do you see there?
Kleinzach? I speak of her
No! Nobody! Nothing!
My mind is troubled... Nothing!
And Kleinzach is better, as deformed as he is!

When he had drunk too much juniper or schnapps
You had to see the two tails of his coat flutter
Like weeds in a lake
And the monster, the monster went flip flop
Flip flop, flip flop, here is Kleinzach!