Die Räuberbrüder
Language: German (Deutsch)
Our translations: CAT ENG FRE
"Vorüber ist der blut'ge Strauß,
Hier ist's so still, nun ruh dich aus."
"Vom Tal herüber kommt die Luft;
Horch, hörst du nichts? Die Mutter ruft."
"Die Mutter ist ja lange tot,
Eine Glocke klingt durchs Morgenrot."
"Lieb Mutter, hab nicht solches Leid,
Mein wildes Leben mich gereut. -"
"Was sinkst du auf die Knie ins Gras?
Deine Augen dunkeln, du wirst so blaß." -
Es war von Blut der Grund so rot,
Der Räuber lag im Grase tot.
Da küßt der Bruder den bleichen Mund:
"Dich liebt ich recht aus Herzensgrund."
Vom Fels dann schoß er noch einmal
Und warf die Büchse tief ins Tal.
Drauf schritt er durch den Wald zur Stadt:
"Ihr Herrn, ich bin des Lebens satt.
Hie ist mein Haupt, nun richtet bald,
Zum Bruder legt mich in den Wald."
Confirmed with Joseph Freiherrn von Eichendorff's sämtliche poetische Werke, dritte Auflage, Erster Band, Gedichte, C. F. Amelang's Verlag, Leipzig, 1883, page 363.
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Els germans bandolers", copyright © 2024, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Linda Godry) , "The marauding brothers", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Les frères brigands", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2007-09-30
Line count: 20
Word count: 134
The marauding brothers
Language: English after the German (Deutsch)
"The bloody fight over,
lie down in this quiet place and rest."
"From the valley on the breeze;
Listen, don't you hear? It's mother calling."
"Mother is long gone,
A bell is chiming at dawn."
"Dear mother, don't worry,
my wild wasted life is over. -- "
"Why do you sag to your knees in the gras?"
Your eyes grow dark, your skin blanches." --
The earth is soaked in blood,
The robber lies dead on the ground.
His brother kisses him farewell:
"I loved you with all my heart!"
From the high cliff he fired a last salute
Then threw the rifle down the ravine.
The he went to town through the forest
Dear Lords, I'm weary of my wicked ways.
"I give myself over to you, bring me to trial soon,
And bury me beside my brother in the forest."
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2010 by Linda Godry, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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This text was added to the website: 2010-09-24
Line count: 20
Word count: 140
