Saturday, September 26, 2009

J.S. Bach's Coffee Cantata


Thou naughty child, thou wanton hussy,

Ah, when will I achieve my way?
For me, off coffee lay!
Dear Father, do not be so strict!

For if I may not thrice each day
My little cup of coffee drink,
I'll turn indeed to my distress
Into a dried-up goat for roasting.


Ah! How sweet the coffee's taste is,
Sweeter than a thousand kisses,
Milder than sweet muscatel.

Coffee, coffee, I must have it, 
And if someone wants to treat me, 
Ah, my cup with coffee fill!

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