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Žitné pole, žitné pole, jak to zraje vesele! Každý klásek muzikantem, klasů jak když nastele. Hedbávným to šatem šustí, větřík v skočnou zadupe, slunce objímá a líbá, je nto v stéblu zalupe. Za motýlkem včelka šeptem, zda kdo v chrpě nevězí, a ten cvrček posměváček s křepeličkou pod mezí. Žitné pole, žitné pole, jak to zraje vesele, a má mysl jako v tanci, jak když písní nastele.
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Authorship:
- by Vítězslav Hálek (1835 - 1874), no title, appears in V přírodě, no. 13 [author's text not yet checked 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 Antonín Dvořák (1841 - 1904), "Žitné pole", op. 63 no. 3, B. 126 no. 3 (1882) [mixed chorus], from V přírodě, no. 3. [ sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Laura Prichard) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this text: Ferdinando Albeggiani
This text was added to the website: 2007-11-26
Line count: 16
Word count: 67
Rye field, rye field, how merrily it ripens! Every blade is a musician, as if they had been strewn everywhere. Rustling a satin robe, readied the wind for dancing, The sun hugs and kisses, and folds the blades of rye. After the butterfly whispers the bee, when someone touches the cornflower, and the mocking cricket under the ridge is chirping. Rye field, rye field, how merrily it ripens! Every blade is a musician, as if they had been strewn everywhere.
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- Translation from Czech (Čeština) to English copyright © 2015 by Laura Prichard, (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 Czech (Čeština) by Vítězslav Hálek (1835 - 1874), no title, appears in V přírodě, no. 13
This text was added to the website: 2015-12-26
Line count: 16
Word count: 80