Z dritte uf em Schlitte English translation
von Andrew Bond

There are three of us on the sled
we want to ride down the street
hold on tight and we can start
how it jumps how it snows
someone has already fallen off
we have to go on as two


only two through the snow
it keeps getting faster
it almost knocks one's wind out
we hit a really high snowdrift
the world dances before my eyes
now only one is left

all alone, oh no
I have to steer with my legs
I'm flying like an arrow
I go crooked and fall over
and the sled, what a shame
finishes our trip alone