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Heute, Ostersonntag früh Ging ein plötzlicher Schneesturm über die Insel. Zwischen den grünenden Hecken lag Schnee. Mein junger Sohn Holte mich zu einem Aprilkosenbäumchen an der Hausmauer Von einem Verse weg, in dem ich auf diejenigen mit dem Finger deutete, Die diesen Krieg vorbereiteten, der Diesen Kontinent, diese Insel, mein Volk, und meine Familie und mich Vertilgen muß. Schweigend Legten wir einen Sack Um den frierenden Baum.
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Composition:
- Set to music by Hanns Eisler (1898 - 1962), "Ostersonntag", 1942, from Hollywooder Liederbuch, no. 13
Text Authorship:
- by Bertolt Brecht (1898 - 1956), no title, appears in Steffinische Sammlung, in Frühling 1938, no. 1
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Today, early on Easter Sunday, A sudden snowstorm passed over the island. Snow lay between the pale green hedges. My young son Came and led me to a little apricot tree leaning against the wall of the house, Taking me away from a line of poetry in which I was pointing a finger at those Who were preparing this war, which must Destroy this continent, this island, my people, and my family and me. Silently, We placed a piece of sacking Around the freezing tree.
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2010 by Sharon Krebs, (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.
Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Bertolt Brecht (1898 - 1956), no title, appears in Steffinische Sammlung, in Frühling 1938, no. 1
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This text was added to the website: 2010-10-11
Line count: 10
Word count: 87