Der Tambourgesell
Language: German (Deutsch)
Available translation(s): CAT ENG FRE ITA POR SPA
Ich armer Tambourgesell,
Man führt mich aus dem Gwölb,
Wär ich ein Tambour blieben,
Dürft ich nicht gefangen liegen.
O Galgen, du hohes Haus,
Du siehst so furchtbar aus,
Ich schau dich nicht mehr an,
Weil i weiß, daß i gehör dran.
Wenn Soldaten vorbeimarschieren,
Bei mir nicht einquartieren.
Wenn sie fragen, wer i g'wesen bin:
Tambour von der Leibkompanie.
Gute Nacht, ihr Marmelstein,
Ihr Berg und Hügelein.
Gute Nacht, ihr Offizier,
Korporal und Musketier.
Gute Nacht! Ihr Offizier',
Korporal und Grenadier!
Ich schrei mit lauter Stimm,
Von euch ich Urlaub nimm.
Gute Nacht! Gute Nacht.
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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "El timbaler", copyright © 2021, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "The Drummer Boy", copyright ©
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Le tambour", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , "Il tamburino", copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- POR Portuguese (Português) (Paulo Albuquerque de Noronha) , "O tamboreiro", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- SPA Spanish (Español) (Elena María Accinelli) , "El niño tamborilero", copyright © 2005, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: Jakob Kellner
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 21
Word count: 96
Il tamburino
Language: Italian (Italiano)  after the German (Deutsch)
Io povero tamburino,
mi portano fuori dal carcere,
se fossi rimasto tamburino,
non potrei essere prigioniero.
O patibolo, alta dimora,
quanto è tremendo guardarti.
Non ti guardo più,
perché so che ti appartengo.
Quando i soldati passano marciando,
non hanno alloggio con me.
Quando domandano chi sono stato:
tamburino della guardia del corpo.
Buona notte, a voi blocchi di marmo,
a voi montagne e colline.
Buona notte a voi, ufficiali,
caporali e granatieri.
Buona notte a voi, ufficiali,
caporali e granatieri.
Io grido forte e chiaro,
da voi prendo una licenza.
Buona notte! Buona notte.
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This text was added to the website: 2006-07-05
Line count: 21
Word count: 95