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from Volkslieder (Folksongs)
Translation © by Pierre Mathé

Schnitter Tod
 (Sung text for setting by R. Schumann)
 See base text
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Our translations:  CAT DUT ENG FRE POR
Es ist ein Schnitter, der heißt Tod,
Hat Gewalt vom höchsten Gott,
Heut wetzt er das Messer,
Es schneid't schon viel besser,
Bald wird er drein schneiden,
Wir müssen nur leiden.
Hüte dich schöns Blümelein! 

Was heut noch grün und frisch da steht,
Wird morgen schon hinweggemäht:
Die edlen Narzissen,
Die Zierden der Wiesen,
Viel schön' Hyazinthen,
Die türkischen Binden.
Hüte dich schöns Blümelein! 

Viel hundert tausend ungezählt,
Das nur unter die Sichel fällt,
Ihr Rosen, ihr Lilien,
Euch wird er austilgen,
Auch die Kaiser-Kronen,
Wird er nicht verschonen.
Hüte dich schöns Blümelein!

Das himmelfarbe Ehrenpreis,
Die Tulpanen gelb und weiß,
Die silbernen Glocken,
Die goldenen Flocken,
Senkt alles zur Erden,
Was wird daraus werden?
Hüte dich schöns Blümelein! 

 ... 

Trotz! Tod, komm her, ich fürcht dich nicht,
Trotz, eil daher in einem Schritt.
Werd ich nur verletzet,
So werd ich versetzet
In den himmlischen Garten,
Auf den alle wir warten.
Freu' dich, du schön's Blümelein.

Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1-4,6 of the original text.

Notes
Stanza 1, line 1: in Brahms, but only in WoO 32 no. 21, "der heißt Tod" is changed to "heißt der Tod"
Stanza 4, line 2: in Brahms, but only in WoO 32 no. 21, "gelb und" is omitted.
Stanza 6, line 3: in Brahms, but only in WoO 32 no. 21, "Werd ich nur" is changed to "Werd ich auch"

Composition:

    Set to music by Robert Schumann (1810 - 1856), "Schnitter Tod", op. 75 no. 1 (1849), stanzas 1-4,6 [ mixed chorus a cappella ]
        Score: IMSLP [external link]

Text Authorship:

  • from Volkslieder (Folksongs) , "Katholisches Kirchenlied", appears in Des Knaben Wunderhorn

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2021, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Death the Reaper", copyright © 2007
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Cantique catholique", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • POR Portuguese (Português) (Margarida Moreno) , "Morte ceifeira", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 42
Word count: 195

Cantique catholique
 (Sung text translation for setting by R. Schumann)
 See original
Language: French (Français)  after the German (Deutsch) 
Il y a un moissonneur nommé Mort,
Il a la puissance du plus grand Dieu,
Aujourd'hui il affûte sa lame,
Pour qu'elle coupe encore bien mieux,
Bientôt il viendra couper par-là,
Il nous faut le supporter,
Prends garde, jolie petite fleur !

Ce qui aujourd'hui est encore vert et frais,,
Demain sera déjà emporté par la faux :
Les nobles narcisses,
Ornements des prairies,
Bien des belle jacinthes,
Emblèmes turcs
Prends garde, jolie petite fleur !

Une multitude, plusieurs centaines de milliers,
Ne cessent de tomber sous la faucille,
Vous roses, vous lis,
Vous serez exterminés
Les fritillaires aussi
Ne seront pas épargnées.
Prends garde, jolie petite fleur !

La véronique , couleur de ciel,
Les tulipes jaunes et blanches,
Les campanules d'argent,
Les centaurées d'or,
Toutes sont terrassées,
Que va-il en advenir ?
Prends garde, jolie petite fleur !

 ... 

Debout ! Mort, approche, je ne te crains pas,
Même si tu te précipites d'un bond,
Je ne serai que blessé,
Alors je serai transporté
Dans le jardin céleste,
Que tous nous espérons.
Réjouis-toi, belle petite fleur.

Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1-4,6 of the original text.

Text Authorship:

  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to French (Français) copyright © 2011 by Pierre Mathé, (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 German (Deutsch) from Volkslieder (Folksongs) , "Katholisches Kirchenlied", appears in Des Knaben Wunderhorn
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This text was added to the website: 2011-06-08
Line count: 42
Word count: 197

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