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Ich bin Soldat, ich zittre nicht! Gar schön und groß ist meine Pflicht. Und meine Pflicht und mein Gebot: Ich will sie halten bis zum Tod. Ich bin Soldat, ich zittre nicht! Es zittert nur der feige Wicht Er wird verachtet früh und spat Vom Bürger und vom Kamerad. Ich bin Soldat, ich zittre nicht! Die Narbe schmückt mein Angesicht Dem Feinde biete ich es dar In Kampf und Schlacht, in Todsgefahr. Ich bin Soldat, ich zittre nicht! Die Kugel nur das Leben bricht, Denn auch der Tod vom Feuerrohr Trägt meinen Geist zu Gott empor. Ich bin Soldat, ich zittre nicht! Durch Pulverdampf zum Siegeslicht! Vom Siegeslicht zum Freiheitsstrahl! In Freiheit nur zum Todtenmahl!
Notes for Rungenhagen's setting:
Stanza 1: lines 3 and 4 become in the repetition: "Und seine Pflicht und sein Gebot/ Er wird sie halten bis zum Tod"
Stanza 3, lines 3 and 4 become in the repetition: "Dem Feinde bietet er es dar/ In Kampf und Schlacht, in Todsgefahr."
Stanza 4, line 4: "meinen" becomes "unsern" in the repetition.
Composition:
- Set to music by Karl Friedrich Rungenhagen (1778 - 1851), "Der Soldat" [ men's chorus ]
Text Authorship:
- by (Friedrich) Ludwig Würkert (1800 - 1876), "Soldat"
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2025, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2025-10-09
Line count: 20
Word count: 125
I am a soldier, I do not quake! My duty is quite beautiful and great. And his duty and his command, he shall fulfill them unto death. I am a soldier, Only the cowardly wretch quakes He is scorned early and late By the citizens and by his comrades. I am a soldier, I do not quake! The scar adorns my face I offer it to the enemy In combat and battle, in mortal peril. I am a soldier, I do not quake! The bullet only takes my life, For death even by the fiery weapon Carries our spirits up to God. I am a soldier, I do not quake! Through the fog of gunpowder to the light of victory! From the light of victory to the beam of freedom! In freedom only to the funeral banquet!
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by (Friedrich) Ludwig Würkert (1800 - 1876), "Soldat"
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This text was added to the website: 2025-10-09
Line count: 20
Word count: 155