Hast ja zu lang dich auf's Lieben...
Language: German (Deutsch)
Hast ja zu lang dich auf's Lieben bedacht,
Find'st nun kein Liebchen, das fürderhin lacht,
Liebchen Dein wohnet auf eisernem Feld,
Hat Dich zu ernster Umarmung bestellt.
Drückt was Dein Herze, wirf's 'runter alsbald,
Marsch commandir'n wir, und nimmermehr Halt.
Brautbett ist erdig, viel Gäste bereit,
Rosinfarb blühend Dein hochzeitlich Kleid.
Treiben doch allsammt ein Späßlein damit,
Reiten gar lustig zum ernstlichen Ritt,
Alle wohl singt ein Trompeterlied ein,
Rufen Kanonen den Brummbaß darein.
Käm't Ihr im Alter auch endlich zurück,
Gäb' man Euch schimmligen Brodtes ein Stück.
Fallt Ihr mit hübschen Gesellen zu Hauf,
Streuen die Mädchen viel Perlen Euch auf.
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Confirmed with Friedrich de La Motte-Fouqué, Alwin: ein Roman in zwei Bänden von Pellegrin, Erster Band, Berlin: bei Friedrich Braunes 1808, pages 165-166
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- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "You have so long given thought to love", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Word count: 104
You have so long given thought to love
Language: English after the German (Deutsch)
You have too long given thought to love,
Now you find no sweetheart who smiles upon you any longer,
Your sweetheart lives upon an iron field,
Has trysted with you for a solemn embrace.
If something presses upon your heart, throw it off straightaway,
We command you to march, and never to halt.
Your bridal bed is earthen, many guests stand at the ready,
Your wedding garb is a blooming crimson.
For we all have our fun with it,
We ride merrily to the solemn parade,
A trumpeting song accompanies us,
The canons interject the rumbling bass.
If you should finally return in old age,
One would give you a piece of mouldy bread.
If you should gather with handsome comrades,
The girls would strew pearls before you.
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Word count: 130
