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Von Allem, was ich einst geglaubt, Ist wenig mir geblieben, Die Priester haben's weggeraubt, Die Welt hat's ausgetrieben. Mir blieb ein einz'ger Glaube, Der macht mir Alles wett; Vernehmt's beim Saft der Traube: Ich glaube, ich glaube, Ich glaub' an's Bajonet! So herrlich hatt' ich mir gedacht Den Friedenssieg der Liebe! Doch seh' ich's heut: der Fürst der Nacht Weicht nur dem Flammhiebe. So wird er uns zum Raube, Er stürzt aufs blut'ge Bett! Vernehmt's beim Saft der Traube! Ich glaube, ich glaube, Ich glaub' an's Bajonet! Was schert mich alles Reden noch, Was scheren mich die Kammern? Wir brechen nimmermehr das Joch, Solang wir's nur bejammern! Setzt auf die Pickelhaube Zum blutigen Bankett! Vernehmt's beim Saft der Traube: Ich glaube, ich glaube, Ich glaub' an's Bajonet! Die Feinde sparen uns die Wahl, Fahr hin, du feige Sünde! Die Kugel und der blanke Stahl, Das sind die letzten Gründe. Hinab zu Dampf und Staube Von Eurem schwanken Brett! Vernehmt's beim Saft der Traube: Ich glaube, ich glaube, Ich glaub' an's Bajonet! Es saust der Hieb, die Kugel pfeift, Und die Tyrannen zittern! Die Frucht der deutschen Freiheit reift Nur in der Schlacht Gewittern. Es lebe dieser Glaube, Ein Hoch dem Bajonet! Vernehmt's beim Saft der Traube: Ich glaube, ich glaube, Ich glaub' an's Bajonet!
Text Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Johanna Kinkel (1810 - 1858), "Der letzte Glaubensartikel" [ voice and piano ], manuscript is missing [sung text not yet checked]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Anja Bunzel) , "The last credendum", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: Anja Bunzel
This text was added to the website: 2014-07-25
Line count: 45
Word count: 214
Not much is left of what I used to believe, The priests robbed it, The world took it. I am left with one belief, That compensates for every loss. Hear it by a glass of wine: I believe, I believe, I believe in the bayonet. I imagined a beautiful Peaceful victory of love! But now I see: the ruler of the night Is only scared of the flame jab. That way he becomes our victim, He falls into the bloody bed! Hear it by a glass of wine: I believe, I believe, I believe in the bayonet. Who cares about all the talking, Who cares about the law? We will never win As long as we are sorry for ourselves! Put on the helmets, Come on to the bloody banquet! Hear it by a glass of wine: I believe, I believe, I believe in the bayonet. The enemies take our choice, Get rid of sneaky sins! The last chances are The bullet and pure steel. Get off your labile board Down to steam and dust! Hear it by a glass of wine: I believe, I believe, I believe in the bayonet. The bullets wheeze, the strokes rustle, And the tyrants shake! The fruit of German freedom Only ripens during the storms of the battle. Long live this belief, Here’s to the bayonet! Hear it by a glass of wine: I believe, I believe, I believe in the bayonet.
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- Translation from Georgian (Kartuli) to English copyright © 2014 by Anja Bunzel, (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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Based on:
- a text in Georgian (Kartuli) by (Johann) Gottfried Kinkel (1815 - 1882)
This text was added to the website: 2014-07-25
Line count: 45
Word count: 238