by Nikolaus Lenau (1802 - 1850)
Translation © by Linda Godry

Da liegt der Feinde gestreckte Schar
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): CAT DUT ENG ENG FRE ITA
Da liegt der Feinde gestreckte Schar, 
Sie liegt in ihrem blutroten Blut.
Wie haut er so scharf, wie haut er so gut,
Der flinke Husar!

Da liegen sie, ha! so bleich und rot,
Es zittern und wanken noch, husch! husch!
Ihre Seelen auf seinem Federbusch;
Da liegen sie tot.

Und weiter ruft der Trompetenruf,
Er wischt an die Mähne sein nasses Schwert,
Und weiter springt sein lustiges Pferd
Mit rotem Huf.

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

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

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Escampat allà, jau l’estol dels enemics", copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Daar ligt gestrekt de vijand'lijke schaar", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Linda Godry) , "Wiped out lie the enemies forces", copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Tom Wein) , "There lie the enemies, strewn in piles", copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Là gisaient l'armée des ennemis, allongés", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , "Qui giace a terra la schiera dei nemici", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 12
Word count: 71

Wiped out lie the enemies forces
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
Wiped out lie the enemies forces,
They lie in their blood-red blood.
He cuts so sharply, he hits so well,
The nimble hussar!

There they lie slain, ha! So bleak and red,
Still trembling and stumbling, shush! shush!
Their souls surround his plume;
There they lie slain.

The trumpet sounds the rally,
He wipes his stained sword on his horse's mane,
And on darts his swift horse
With blood-stained hoof.

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  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2006 by Linda Godry, (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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This text was added to the website: 2006-11-07
Line count: 12
Word count: 70