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Im Walde läuft ein wildes Pferd, Hat nie den Zaum gelitten, Goldfalb, mit langer, dichter Mähn, Schlägt Funken bei allen Tritten. Der Königssohn, er fängt es ein, Hat sich darauf geschwungen, Es bläht die Brust und schwingt den Schweif, Kommt wiehernd hergesprungen. Und alle horchen staunend auf, Die in den Tälern hausen. Sie hören's vom Gebirge her Wie Sturm und Donner brausen. Da sprengt herab der Königssohn, Umwallt vom Fell des Leuen, Des wilden Rosses Mähne fleugt, Die Hufe Feuer streuen. Da drängt sich alles Volk herzu Mit Jubel und Gesange: "Heil uns! er ist's, der König ist's, Den wir erharrt so lange!"
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Text Authorship:
- by Johann Ludwig Uhland (1787 - 1862), no title, appears in Der Königssohn, no. 6 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Robert Schumann (1810 - 1856), no title, op. 116 no. 4 (1851), published 1853 [ soli, chorus and orchestra ], from Der Königssohn, no. 4, Leipzig, Whistling
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2011-01-18
Line count: 20
Word count: 103
Dans la forêt galope un cheval sauvage, Il ne souffre aucune bride, Il a robe mordorée, longue et épaisse crinière, À chaque pas il fait jaillir des étincelles. Le fils du roi le capture, S'est jeté sur son dos, Il gonfle son poitrail, balance sa queue, Saute en avant en hennissant. Et tous écoutent étonnés, Ceux qui habitent les vallées Entendent descendre des montagnes Un grondement pareil à la tempête et au tonnerre. Alors le fils du roi saute de selle, Enveloppé de la peau du lion, La crinière du coursier sauvage flotte, Ses sabots projettent des flammes. Alors tout le peuple se presse là Chantant et poussant des cris d'allégresse : « Noël ! C'est lui, c'est le roi Que nous attendions depuis si longtemps ! »
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Johann Ludwig Uhland (1787 - 1862), no title, appears in Der Königssohn, no. 6
This text was added to the website: 2012-01-25
Line count: 20
Word count: 125