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from Volkslieder (Folksongs)
Translation © by Margarida Moreno

Schnitter Tod
 (Sung text for setting by J. Brahms)
 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's nur nur leiden.
Hüte dich schöns Blümelein! 

Was heut noch grün und frisch da steht,
Wird morgen schon weggemäht:
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! 

Ihr hübsch Lavendel, Roßmarein,
Ihr vielfärbige Röselein.
Ihr stolze Schwertlilien,
Ihr krause Basilien,
Ihr zarte Violen,
Man wird euch bald holen.
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, schönes Blümelein.

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 Johannes Brahms (1833 - 1897), "Schnitter Tod", WoO. 32 no. 21 (1858), published 1926 [ voice and piano ], from Deutsche Volkslieder, no. 21, Leipzig, Breitkopf & Härtel

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

Morte ceifeira
 (Sung text translation for setting by J. Brahms)
 See original
Language: Portuguese (Português)  after the German (Deutsch) 
Há uma ceifeira chamada morte,
Que tem um poder divino,
Se afia a faca,
Já corta muito melhor,
Em breve ela cortará,
Só temos de nos sujeitar,
Protege-te, linda flor!


































Teimosia! Morte, vem cá,
Eu não te temo!
Teimosia! Apressa-te num corte.
Basta eu ser ferido,
Para ser transplantado
Para o jardim celeste,
Pelo qual todos ansiamos,
Alegra-te, linda flor!

Note: this is a translation of part of the Schumann setting.

Text Authorship:

  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to Portuguese (Português) copyright © 2011 by Margarida Moreno, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you must ask the copyright-holder(s) directly for permission. If you receive no response, you must consider it a refusal.

    Margarida Moreno.  Contact: margaridabc (AT) mail (DOT) telepac (DOT) pt

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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: 2011-07-16
Line count: 15
Word count: 60

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