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Tod in Ähren

Language: German (Deutsch)

Im Weizenfeld, im Korn und Mohn,
Liegt ein Soldat, unaufgefunden,
Zwei Tage schon, zwei Nächte schon,
Mit schweren Wunden, unverbunden.

Durstüberquält und fieberwild,
Im Todeskampf sein brechend Auge schlägt nach oben.
Ein letzter Traum, ein letztes Bild
Sein brechend Auge schlägt nach oben.

Die Sense rauscht im Ährenfeld,
Er sieht sein Dorf im Arbeitsfrieden,
Ade, ade, du Heimatwelt -
Und beugt das Haupt und ist verschieden.

Translation(s): ENG FRE SPA

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Submitted by Emily Ezust [Administrator]


Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

Settings in other languages:

  • Also set in Spanish (Español), a translation by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist , title unknown ENG FRE by Carlos Suffern.

Other available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , title 1: "Death among the corn", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , title 1: "Mort dans les blés", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.

Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:39
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Word count: 66

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Death among the corn

Language: English after the German (Deutsch)

 In the wheatfield, among corn and poppies,
 lies a soldier, undiscovered
 now for two days already, and two nights;
 with heavy wounds, unbound.
 Tormented by thirst and wild with fever,
 in the throes of death, he rolls his breaking eyes upwards.
 A last dream, a last image,
 he rolls his breaking eyes upwards.
 The scythe whispers in the cornfield,
 he sees his village in peaceful toil,
 adieu, adieu, you world of home -
 and bows his head and departs.

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