Posted January 03, 2009
Another attempt at getting some non-games related topics onto this forum... I was just digging through my record collection and came across something that I bought ages ago:
A record of Heinz Erhardt, a German comedian from the post WW2 era. And I once again had a good laugh at some of his jokes. There's one poem that most German people know (eventhough they often don't know who wrote it) and I thought I'd share it with you. This is only a very rough translation, trying to keep at least most of the rhythm... if anybody can come up with improvements, let me know:
The Maggot
Hidden behind a tree's dark rind
lives the maggot, with the child.
She's a window, as the husband ,
who she griefs, fell off some leafs,
and so, and in this manner,
became at last an ant's tasty dinner.
One morning the maggot worded,
"Dear child I just heard(ed),
There's fresh radish,
which I cherish, so goodbye. <-- Anybody knows a fitting equivalent for goodbye?
One last thought: Think of the past,
don't go out, think of papa!"
So she spoke, and then she left.
Maggot Jr. however crawled
behind, and that was bad.
Because there suddenly appeared a bird,
who ate the tiny insipid
Maggot without mercy. Pitty.
Hidden behind a tree's dark rind
calls the maggot, for the child.
A record of Heinz Erhardt, a German comedian from the post WW2 era. And I once again had a good laugh at some of his jokes. There's one poem that most German people know (eventhough they often don't know who wrote it) and I thought I'd share it with you. This is only a very rough translation, trying to keep at least most of the rhythm... if anybody can come up with improvements, let me know:
The Maggot
Hidden behind a tree's dark rind
lives the maggot, with the child.
She's a window, as the husband ,
who she griefs, fell off some leafs,
and so, and in this manner,
became at last an ant's tasty dinner.
One morning the maggot worded,
"Dear child I just heard(ed),
There's fresh radish,
which I cherish, so goodbye. <-- Anybody knows a fitting equivalent for goodbye?
One last thought: Think of the past,
don't go out, think of papa!"
So she spoke, and then she left.
Maggot Jr. however crawled
behind, and that was bad.
Because there suddenly appeared a bird,
who ate the tiny insipid
Maggot without mercy. Pitty.
Hidden behind a tree's dark rind
calls the maggot, for the child.
Post edited January 03, 2009 by hansschmucker