I am a lusty fellow

I am a lusty fellow -

Who can be happier than I!

My little pony so light,

It carries me with the speed of wind

Out into a blooming life!

Trara!

Out into a blooming life!

From my lips there resounds

A sweet call from my silver horn;

It resounds for many hours.

From the cliffs to the forests, and back again

Comes the echo's answer.

Trara!

Comes the echo's answer.

And when I come upon festive dancing,

Or jesting and games in the sunny wood,

Where yearning eyes gaze upon me

And flowers crown the goblets,

Then I swiftly come down from my horse.

Trara!

Then I swiftly come down from my horse.

Sweetly the guitars play their rows,

I kiss the maidens, I drink the wine;

But when, behind the blooming branches,

The purple sun begins to sink,

Then I must say farewell.

Trara!

Then I must say farewell.

I am drawn far away,

I give my hurrying steed the spur,

Farewell! I would gladly stay,

But other stars do beckon,

And my horn sets my greeting to music.

Trara!

And my horn sets my greeting to music.