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from Volkslieder (Folksongs)
Translation © by Lau Kanen

Der Schnitter
 (Sung text for setting by H. Gál)
 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 leiden.
Hüt' dich schöns Blümelein! 

Was heut noch grün und frisch da steht,
Wird morgen schon hinweggemäht:
Die edel Narzissel, 
die himmlische Schlüssel,
die schön' Hyazinthen,
Die türkischen Binden.
Hüt' dich schöns Blümelein! 

 ... 

Ihr hübsch Lavenden, Roßmarein,
Ihr vielfärbige Röselein.
Ihr stolze Schwertlilien,
Ihr krause Basilien,
Ihr zarte Violen,
Man wird euch bald holen.
Hüt' dich schöns Blümelein!

Trutz! Tod, komm her, ich fürcht' dich nit!
Trutz! komm' und tu' ein' Schnitt!
Werd ich nur verletzet,
So werd ich versetzet
ich will es erwarten,
in' himmlischen Garten.
Freu' dich, schönes Blümelein.

Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1-2,5-6 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 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 Hans Gál (1890 - 1987), "Der Schnitter", op. 25 no. 1 (1912-25), published 1926, first performed 1927, stanzas 1-2,5-6 [ SSAA chorus a cappella ], from Herbstlieder, no. 1, N. Simrock, Berlin

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

De Maaier
 (Sung text translation for setting by H. Gál)
 See original
Language: Dutch (Nederlands)  after the German (Deutsch) 
Er is een maaier, die heet Dood,
Kreeg zijn macht van Gode groot,
Nu wet hij zijn mes al,
Het snijdt met succes al,
Gauw zal hij gaan snijden,
Wij kunnen 't slechts lijden.
Pas maar op, mooi bloempje klein!

Wat nu nog groen en fris daar groeit,
Wordt morgen al weer weggesnoeid.
De eed'le narcissen,
Die weiden verfrissen,
De prachthyacinten,
Bloemtuilen vol tinten.
Pas maar op, mooi bloempje klein!

 ... 

Nee, geurlavendel, rosmarijn,
Nee, bontgekleurde rozen fijn,
Nee, trotse zwaardlelies,
Nee, hondspeterselies,
Nee, tere violen,
Je blijft niet verscholen.
Pas maar op, mooi bloempje klein!

Toch! Dood, kom hier, ik heb geen vrees,
Toch, kom maar gauw en oogst mijn vlees.
Zelfs met vele wonden
Word ik toch gezonden
Naar de hemelse dreven,
Waarvoor allen wij leven.
Lach maar, jij mooi bloempje klein!

Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1-2,5-6 of the original text.

Text Authorship:

  • Singable translation from German (Deutsch) to Dutch (Nederlands) copyright © 2015 by Lau Kanen, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., please ask the copyright-holder(s) directly.

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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: 2015-06-16
Line count: 42
Word count: 201

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