Fate | Near the Danube by Pressburg town

Attention! Some of this material is not in the public domain.

It is illegal to copy and distribute our copyright-protected material without permission. It is also illegal to reprint copyright texts or translations without the name of the author or translator.

To inquire about permissions and rates, contact Emily Ezust at licenses@email.lieder.example.net

If you wish to reprint translations, please make sure you include the names of the translators in your email. They are below each translation.

Note: You must use the copyright symbol © when you reprint copyright-protected material.

from Volkslieder (Folksongs)

Translation © by Patrick John Corness

Osud

Language: Moravian (Moravština)

Our translations: ENG

U Dunaja u Prešpurka
je kasárňa nová ;
je od spodu až do vrchu
malovaná celá.
Pod ňú je chodníček
słzama polétý,
ked vidím miłého
s kverem posedati !

Ráda bych mu pověděła
jen słovečko małé,
aby sa mně potěšiło
mé srdéčko miłé.

To jináč nemůž byt,
já voják mosím byt,
teb'a moja miłá,
ja mosím opustit.

Text Authorship:

from Volkslieder (Folksongs) [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 Leoš Janáček (1854 - 1928), "Osud", >>1889 [ voice and piano ], from Moravská lidová poezie v písních, no. 43 [sung text checked 1 time]

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

ENG English (Patrick John Corness) , "Fate", copyright © 2024, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Research team for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani , Patrick John Corness

This text was added to the website: 2007-11-13
Line count: 16
Word count: 55

Fate

Language: English after the Moravian (Moravština)

Near the Danube by Pressburg town
new barracks have been built;
from top to bottom they have been
painted all spick and span.
Below there’s a footpath
where many tears are shed,
when I see my dear one
sitting with his weapon.

I wish I could tell him something,
just have a little chat,
to bring me some comfort,
and calm my anxious heart.

I must be a soldier,
I can do no other, 
and so today, I fear,
I must leave you, my dear.

Text Authorship:

Translation from Moravian (Moravština) to English copyright © 2024 by Patrick John Corness, (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.
Contact: licenses@email.lieder.example.net

Based on:

a text in Moravian (Moravština) from Volkslieder (Folksongs)
- Go to the text page.

This text was added to the website: 2024-02-06
Line count: 16
Word count: 85