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by Rudolph von Gottschall (1823 - 1909)
Translation © by Sharon Krebs

Die Fahnen wehn! Auf ins Gewehr
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): ENG
Die Fahnen wehn! Auf ins Gewehr,
Den Säbel in die Faust!
Das deutsche Volk -- ein großes Heer,
Das von den Alpen bis zum Meer
Ein zürnend Wetter braust.
Es klopft an uns're Pforten an
Des Fremdlings Uebermuth!
Da opfert jeder deutsche Mann
Mit Freuden Gut und Blut.

Die Fahnen wehn im Morgenwind:
Gott schenk' uns Schlachtenglück!
Wir müssen siegen und geschwind,
Dann kehren wir zu Weib und Kind,
Zu Haus und Hof zurück.
Die gold'ne Saat, sie wallt und blinkt
In sommerlicher Pracht.
Auf, Schnitter, eure Ernte winkt
Auf blut'gem Feld der Schlacht.

Und von Boulogne der Adler höhnt
In stolzem Kaiserflug.
Doch der das Abenteuer krönt,
Der Gott des Siegs, der euch verwöhnt,
Er ruft: Es ist genug!
Die Sonne selbst von Austerlitz
Verbirgt ihr glorreich Licht!
Euch leuchte unser Zornesblitz,
Der aus den Wettern bricht!

Ihr habt den Brief der Schmach begehrt
Mit frechem Uebermuth!
Den Brief, der nimmer uns entehrt,
Wir schreiben ihn mit uns'rem Schwert,
Wir schreiben ihn mit Blut.
Und Gott der Herr führt uns're Hand
Und straft des Feindes Hohn --
Und feurig flammt es an der Wand
Und nieder stürzt sein Thron.

Die Wogen rollt der Vater Rhein
Die Rebenhöh'n entlang!
Und der hier wächst, der deutsche Wein,
Wird nie in eurer Kelter sein,
Er trägt nicht fremden Zwang.
Die Fahnen hoch und sturmesschnell
In Feindesland hinein!
Wir trinken aus dem frischen Quell
Dort den Champagnerwein.

Und naht der Tod -- wir zagen nicht!
Leb' wohl, du schöne Welt!
Nacht decke unser Angesicht,
Doch ringsum wird von freud'gem Licht
Das deutsche Land erhellt.
Und Süd und Nord verknüpft zum Bund
Der Main, ein Silberband!
Wir legen einen festen Grund
Dem ein'gen Vaterland.

F. Holstein sets stanzas 1-2, 5-6

About the headline (FAQ)

Confirmed with Rudolf Gottschall, Kriegslieder, Berlin: Franz Lipperheide, 1870, pages 7-9


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This text was added to the website: 2017-05-13
Line count: 54
Word count: 277

The flags flutter! Arise, into the fray
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
The flags flutter! Arise, into the fray,
Take the sabre in your fist!
The German people, a great army
That, from the Alps to the sea,
Roars [like] a furious storm.
At our gates there knocks
The audacity of a stranger!
Thereupon every German man joyfully
Offers up his possessions and his blood.

The flags flutter in the morning wind:
May God give us good fortune in the battle!
We must be victorious, and quickly,
Then we shall return to wife and child,
To house and farm.
The golden grain, it surges and shines
In summerly splendour.
Arise, reapers, your harvest beckons
Upon the bloody field of battle.

And from Boulogne the eagle scoffs [at us]
In proud imperial flight.
But He who crowns the adventure,
The God of victory, who has indulged you,
He calls out:  It is enough!
Even the sun of Austerlitz
Veils its glorious light!
Upon you may gleam the lightning of our fury,
Which breaks forth from the storms!

With brazen haughtiness you desired
The letter of dishonour!
The letter, which never dishonours us,
We write it with our swords,
We write it with blood.
The Lord God guides our Hand
And punishes the derision of the enemy
And it shall blaze flamingly upon the wall
And his throne shall be toppled.

Father Rhine rolls his waves 
Along the hills of vineyards!
And the German grapes that grow here,
Shall never be in your winepress,
They do not tolerate foreign coercion.
Raise high the flags and as quickly as a storm
[Enter] into the enemy’s land!
From the fresh well-spring there
We shall drink champagne.

And if death nears -- we do not hesitate!
Farewell, you beautiful world!
May night cover our faces,
But all around with a joyful light
The German land shall be illuminated.
And united to a coalition are south and north
By the silvery ribbon of the Main River!
We lay a firm foundation
For the united Fatherland.

About the headline (FAQ)

Translations of title(s):
"Kriegslied" = "War song"
"Kriegslied 1870" = "War song 1870"


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This text was added to the website: 2017-05-13
Line count: 54
Word count: 326