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Moravian Duets, 2nd series
Translations © by Patrick John Corness
by Antonín Dvořák (1841 - 1904)
View original-language texts alone: Moravské dvojzpevy II. rada
1. A já ti uplynu
Language: Moravian (Moravština)
A já ti uplynu preč po Dunajíčku! A já chovám doma takovú udičku, co na ní ulovím kdejakú rybičku. A já se udělám divokým holubem, a já budu lítat pod vysokým nebem. A já chovám doma takové havrany, co mně vychytajú kdejaké holuby! A já se udělám tú velikú vranú, a já ti uletím na uherskú stranu. A já chovám doma takovútu kušu, co ona vystřelí všechněm vranám dušu. A já se udělám hvězdičkú na nebi, a já budu lidem svítiti na zemi. A sú u nás doma takoví hvězdáři, co vypočítajú hvězdičky na nebi. A ty přec budeš má, lebo mi tě, Pán Bůh dá!
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- from Volkslieder (Folksongs) , from a collection of Moravian folk songs compiled by František Sušil
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1. I will float away from you
Language: English
Hey down the Blue Danube I’ll float away from you. Well, I keep in my home a fishing line, you’ll see this line will catch for me ev’ry little fishie. Well, I’ll become a dove, a wild dove, flying high. I’ll fly up high, I’ll fly around high in the sky. At home I keep ravens, ravens that will catch me, that will catch me for sure wild doves, wild doves galore. Well, then I will become a crow, a great crow too; and I will fly away to Hungary from you. Well, here at home I keep a bow with arrows plumed, they’ll surely fell all crows, all souls of crows are doomed. Well, I’ll become a star up in the sky at night, for people down below on earth a shining light. Well, sky-watchers count stars at home; they can espy all starlets shining high above in the night sky. And you’ll of course be mine, for it’s God’s will, it’s God’s will.
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Line count: 32
Word count: 165
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1. Ich schwimm dir davon
Language: German (Deutsch)
Ja, auf dem Donaustrom schnell schwimm ich dir davon. Wart' nur, Liebe, wenn ich dich im Strom erwische, meine Angelrute fängt mir alle Fische. Mach ich mich zum Täubchen, um davon zu fliegen unter blauem Himmel, wirst mich nimmer kriegen. Und ich halt' zu Hause einen wilden Raben, der wird alle Tauben sicher mir erjagen. Hurtig als große Kräh flieh ich aus Deiner Näh, fort zum fremden Strande dort im Ungarlande. Meine große Armbrust wird dich nimmer feheln. Ja, sie holt herab mir aller Krähen Seelen. Dann will ich ein Sternlein hoch am Himmel werden, will den Menschenleuchten mild und hell auf Erden. Und bei Sternendeutern will ich fleißig lernen, wird dich dort entdecken unter allen Sternen. Sollst doch mein Eigen sein. Gott wird's fügen, daß Du ewig, ewig mein.
Text Authorship:
- by Josef Srb-Debrnov (1836 - 1904)
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2. Veleť, vtáčku
Language: Czech (Čeština)
Veleť, vtáčku, veleť přes te hore, dole, Veleť, vtáčku, veleť přes ten zábrdovské les, Ach, kýž je mně možná, k tomu věc podobná s mým synečkem, s mým synečkem mluvit dnes! A mně néní možná, ani věc podobná, a mně néní možná, daleko sme vod sebe! Ty můžeš mět hinó, já také hiného, zapomenem na sebe.
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2. Fly high, birdie
Language: English
Fly high, birdie, fly high over hill, over dale. Fly high, birdie, fly high over woodlands where you dwell. Ah, if I could only, ah, if only I could see my dear lad, see him, talk to him today. No, it cannot be, no, it cannot, cannot be, no, it cannot be, no, we are very far apart You can find someone new, I can find someone too, we’ll both forget, you and I.
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Line count: 15
Word count: 74
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2. Fliege, Vöglein
Language: German (Deutsch)
Fliege, Vöglein, fliege über Berg und Täler, fliege, Vöglein, fliege über meinen Heimatwald! Wenn es möglich wäre, was ich heiß begehre: Meinen Liebsten heut zu sehn. Was mein Herz begehret, ward mir nicht gewähret. Ward mir nicht gewähret, ach, wir sind so weit getrennt! Mädchen wirst du finden' Burschen wird' ich finden. Keiner mehr den andern kennt.
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- by Josef Srb-Debrnov (1836 - 1904)
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by Josef Srb-Debrnov (1836 - 1904)
2.
[Translation not yet available]
3. Dyby byla kosa nabróšená
Language: Moravian (Moravština)
Dyby byla kosa nabróšená, dyby byla votava, co by vona drobnó jetelinku, co by vona šupala! A šupaj šupaj drobná jetelinko, co je mně po tobě, má zlatá panenko, co je mně po tobě, dys ty se mně provdala!
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3. If only my scythe were sharpened
Language: English
If only my scythe were sharpened and keen, if the grass had grown again, so many little clovers would be mown, so many would be mown down! Away then, pretty little clover, away, what should I care for you, my dear girl once so true, what should I care for you, if you have wed another!
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Line count: 9
Word count: 56
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3. Wen die Sense scharf geschliffen wäre
Language: German (Deutsch)
Wenn die Sense scharf geschliffen wäre, würde reif der Grummet stehn, sollte sie den Klee und alle Gräser hurtig auf der Wiese mäh'n. Hei, zarte Gräser, will nach euch nicht fragen, Du, mein goldnes Mädchen kann dir leicht entsagen, du mein goldnes Mädchen, hast ja einen Mann erwählt.
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- by Josef Srb-Debrnov (1836 - 1904)
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by Josef Srb-Debrnov (1836 - 1904)
3.
[Translation not yet available]
4. V dobrým sme se sešli
Language: Moravian (Moravština)
V dobrým sme se sešli, v dobrým se rozejdem, takeli, můj synečku, můj na sebe zapomenem? Já na tě zpomenu, to nejednó v roce, já na tě má panenko, já na tě v každém kroce.
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4. Happily we two met
Language: English
Happily we two met, apart we won’t be sad, so will we forget, my dear lad, the love, the love that we had? I’ll be thinking of you, so many times a year, I’ll think of you, my dear girl, every, every step I take.
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4. Freundlich laß uns scheiden
Language: German (Deutsch)
Freundlich laß uns scheiden, wie wir uns gefunden. Könnten wir vergessen, mein Geliebter, jene Stunden? Oft will dein ich denken. Öfter als einmal nur in dem ganzen Jahr. Ja, Dein gedenk ich, Liebste, herzlich bei jedem Schritt fürwahr. Dein will ich gedenken, du geliebtes Mädchen, ach bei jedem Schritte.
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- by Josef Srb-Debrnov (1836 - 1904)
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[Translation not yet available]
5. Slavíkovský polečko malý
Language: Moravian (Moravština)
Slavíkovský polečko malý, nebudeme, synečku, svoji, nebudeme, néní to možná, ani nám to, můj synečku, tvá mama nedá. Co pak je nám po našé mamě, naša mama, nama neviádne. Jenom ty mě, má panenko, jenom ty měchcej. Jenom ty mač na debró noe ručenky podej.
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5. That Nightingale Lea
Language: English
That Nightingale Lea, just a small field, my dearest lad, we will not be wed, we cannot wed, we are not allowed, we cannot wed, my dear lad, for your mother says no. So what if my mother tells us no, my mother does not have the say-so. You are my dearest girl, you are my only true love; give me your hand, your dear soft hand, as you say good night.
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Word count: 72
Translation © by Patrick John Corness
5. Der kleine Acker
Language: German (Deutsch)
Klein ist unser Acker und Hüttlein. Ach, ich kann ja nie dein Eigen sein. Nimmer soll ich Dir im Arme ruhn. Liebster, deine Mutter will uns nicht zusammen tun Ob die gute Mutter Nein oder Ja sagt, unsre Mutter wird nicht mehr gefragt. Wenn du mich nur haben willst, und wenn du mich nur liebst, wenn du mir zur guten Nacht dein kleines Händchen gibst.
Text Authorship:
- by Josef Srb-Debrnov (1836 - 1904)
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by Josef Srb-Debrnov (1836 - 1904)
5.
[Translation not yet available]