Snüffel - Equilibrium

Lang ist’s her vor alten Zeiten

Galt’s die Laster aufzuteilen

Jedem ward ein Kraut spendiert,

Das Geist und Seele inspiriert

Trocken, dürr im Süden unten,

Andernorts in hölzern' Stumpen,

Weich und saftig hoch im Norden

Doch was ist’s bei uns geworden?

Alles wurde eingesackelt,

Rasch verteilt, nicht lang gefackelt

Durch die Welt die Kunde rannte,

Jeder sich zum Kraut bekannte.

Auf dem Weg am Himmelszelt

Da fiels vom Karren in die Welt

Und direkt in des Müllers Steine

Tat das Schicksal dann das seine …

Mag nicht snusen, mag nicht rauchen,

Mag kein faules Zeugs gebrauchen

Alles was ich will ist mein Snuff!

Magst auch du einmal probieren,

Gib acht nichts ins Gesicht zu schmieren,

Und Heulen gilt fei nicht beim Snuff!

«Geh her!

Was issen des?

Jetz werd I glei bös,

Wer schmeißt da sei Graffel bei mir in die Mühl'?

Des is doch kei Korn,

Des hat wer verlor’n,

Na, jetz mahl’n ma’s ma durch und dann woll’n ma ma seh’n!»

Sack um Sack ward durchgemahlen,

Dem Knecht die Arbeit aufgetan,

Der fällt ganz artig Sack und Beutel,

Freut sich auf die Schenke heute

Doch was rinnt da aus den Steinen?

Braun und duftvoll mochts ihm scheinen

Fällt sich rasch damit die Taschen,

Eilt, die Mühle zu verlassen…

Drunt im Dorfe buntes Treiben

Jeder wollt die Nase reiben

Sich mit braunem Kraut, dem feinen

Konnt der Knecht mit allen teilen

Und so ward ein Brauch geboren

Weil da ging ein Kraut verloren

Das uns freie Nasen brachte,

Zur Nation von Schnupfern machte

Mag nicht snusen, mag nicht rauchen,

Mag kein faules Zeugs gebrauchen

Alles was ich will ist mein Snuff!

Magst auch du einmal probieren,

Gib acht nichts ins Gesicht zu schmieren,

Und Heulen gilt fei nicht beim Snuff!

Mag nicht snusen, mag nicht rauchen,

Mag kein faules Zeugs gebrauchen

Alles was ich will ist mein Snuff!

Magst auch du einmal probieren,

Gib acht nichts ins Gesicht zu schmieren,

Und Heulen gilt fei nicht beim Snuff!

Beim Snuff!

Beim Snüffeln!

Long times ago

It was up to divide vice

Everybody got his herb

Inspiring soul and mind

Dry down in the south

Elsewhere in wooden pipes

Soft and juicy up in the north

But what has it become here?

Everything was put into bags

Quickly spread without delay

Through the world the message ran

Everybody came out for the herb

On the way through the sky

It fell from the car into the world

Directly in the millstones

Destiny rolls on…

Don’t want to snuse, don’t want to smoke

Don’t want to use shit!

All I want is snuff!

If you want to try this too

Be careful not to smear it into your face

And crying is not allowed … on sniffing!

«Hey!

What’s that?

I get angry,

Who throws his stuff into my mill?

That is no grain,

Somebody lost that,

Anyway, let’s grind it and we will see!»

Everything was grinded

The servant had to do the whole work

Fills every bag

Is looking forward to the pub today

But what comes out of the mill-stones?

Seems brown and tasty

He hurries to fill his pockets,

Hurries to leave the mill …

Down in the town big turbulence

Everybody wants to put

That shit in his nose

So the servant could let everybody take part in this pleasure

And so a custom was born

'Cause a herb got lost

Which brought us free noses

And made us to a nation of sniffers

Don’t want to snuse, don’t want to smoke

Don’t want to use shit!

All I want is snuff!

It's long ago old times

It was time to share the vices

Each was given a herb

That inspires mind and soul

Dry, arid in the south below,

Elsewhere in wooden pillars,

Soft and juicy up north

But what happened to us?

Everything was bagged

Distributed quickly, didn't hesitate

Through the world the news ran,

Everyone professed the herb.

On the way at the sky tent

Then it fell from the cart into the world

And directly into the miller's stones

Then fate did its own thing...

Don't like snus, don't like smoking,

Don't want to use rotten stuff

All I want is my snuff!

Would you also like to try

Be careful not to put anything on your face,

And weeping is not good for snuff!

« Go here!

What do you eat?

Now I'll get angry

Who is throwing his Graffel in my mill?

That's not a grain,

who lost it

Well, now let's grind it through and then let's see it!"

Sack after sack was ground through,

opened the work to the servant,

He falls like a sack and bag,

Looking forward to the tavern today

But what is running out of the stones?

It might have seemed brown and fragrant to him

If he quickly falls his bags with it,

Hurry to leave the mill...

Hustle and bustle down in the village

Everyone wants to rub their noses

Himself with brown herb, the fine one

The servant could share with everyone

And so a custom was born

Because a herb was lost

That brought us free noses

Made a nation of snuffers

Don't like snus, don't like smoking,

Don't want to use rotten stuff

All I want is my snuff!

Would you also like to try

Be careful not to put anything on your face,

And weeping is not good for snuff!

Don't like snus, don't like smoking,

Don't want to use rotten stuff

All I want is my snuff!

Would you also like to try

Be careful not to put anything on your face,

And weeping is not good for snuff!

By the snuff!

While sniffing!

Long times ago

It was up to divide vice

Everybody got his herb

Inspiring soul and mind

Dry down in the south

Elsewhere in wooden pipes

Soft and juicy up in the north

But what has it become here?

Everything was put into bags

Quickly spread without delay

Through the world the message ran

Everybody came out for the herb

On the way through the sky

It fell from the car into the world

Directly in the millstones

Destiny rolls on...

Don't want to snuse, don't want to smoke

Don't want to use shit!

All I want is snuff!

If you want to try this too

Be careful not to smear it into your face

And crying is not allowed … on sniffing!

"Hey!

What's that?

I get angry,

Who throws his stuff into my mill?

That is no grain,

someone lost that

Anyway, let's grind it and we will see!"

Everything was grinded

The servant had to do the whole work

Fills every bag

Is looking forward to the pub today

But what comes out of the mill-stones?

Seems brown and tasty

He hurries to fill his pockets,

Hurries to leave the mill …

Down in the town big turbulence

Everybody wants to put

That shit in his nose

So the servant could let everybody take part in this pleasure

And so a custom was born

'Cause a herb got lost

Which brought us free noses

And made us to a nation of sniffers

Don't want to snuse, don't want to smoke

Don't want to use shit!

All I want is snuff!