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by Karl Busse (1872 - 1918)
Translation © by Sharon Krebs

Drei Wandrer sind gegangen
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Our translations:  ENG
Drei Wandrer sind gegangen,
Und als der Abend fiel,
Da trugen sie Verlangen
Nach frohem Kartenspiel.
 
Der Jüngste sprach: "Ich bitte,
Sagt an, geht es um Geld?"
Und Antwort gab der Dritte:
"Wir spielen um die Welt!"
 
Der Jüngste, frei vom Grame
Und wie ein Maitag frisch,
Der warf die Herzendame
Helllachend auf den Tisch:
 
"Dann mag's euch nur nicht grämen,
Mir blieb das beste Stück,
Das soll mir keiner nehmen,
Juchhei!  Ich bin das Glück. "
 
Der Zweite mit dem fahlen,
Durchfurchten Angesicht
Sprach: "Bruder, laß dein Prahlen,
Die Karte fürcht' ich nicht!
 
Was scheert mich deine Thräne
Und was dein rotes Herz!
Ich stech' mit der Kreuz-Zehne,
Gebt Raum -- ich bin der Schmerz!"
 
Der Dritte dumpfen Tones
Hat heimlich nur gelacht,
Sprach dann voll bittern Hohnes:
"Was ihr für Späße macht!
 
Ich lös' die Welt vom Leide,
Von Glück und Schmerz und Not,
Ich nehm' euch alle beide,
Trumpfaß!  Ich bin der Tod."

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Text Authorship:

  • by Karl Busse (1872 - 1918), "Drei Wandrer", appears in Vermischte Gedichte [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

  • by Hans Hermann (1870 - 1931), "Drei Wandrer", op. 5 (Gesänge und Balladen für eine Singstimme mit Pianoforte) no. 4, published 1897 [ voice and piano ], Magdeburg, Heinrichshofen [sung text not yet checked]
  • by Martin Plüddemann (1854 - 1897), "Drei Wanderer", published 1899 [ voice and piano ], from [Sechs] Balladen und Gesänge für 1 Singstimme mit Pianoforte, Band 8, no. 6, Nürnberg, Schmid [sung text not yet checked]

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

  • ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Three wanderers", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Researcher for this page: Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website: 2011-07-25
Line count: 32
Word count: 155

Three wanderers
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
Three wanderers were walking,
And as nightfall came,
There came upon them a desire
For a merry game of cards.
 
The youngest spoke:  "If you please,
Tell me, are we playing for money?"
And the third answered:
"We are playing for the world!"
 
The youngest, free of sorrow
And as fresh as a day in May,
Laughing brightly, he threw
The queen of hearts down upon the table:
 
"May it then not make you fret,
I retained the best portion,
No one shall take it from me,
Hurrah!  I am good fortune."
 
The second with the pallid,
Furrowed face
Said:  "Brother, leave off your boasting,
I do not fear that card!
 
Of what concern to me is your tear
And your red heart!
I stab with the ten of clubs,
Give over --I am pain!"
 
The third with a hollow sound
Only laughed secretly,
Then spoke full of bitter scorn:
"What silly little games you play!
 
I release the world from grief,
From good fortune and pain and suffering,
I take both of you,
The ace trumps!  I am death!"

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  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2015 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. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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  • a text in German (Deutsch) by Karl Busse (1872 - 1918), "Drei Wandrer", appears in Vermischte Gedichte
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This text was added to the website: 2015-09-25
Line count: 32
Word count: 180

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