by
Nikolaus Lenau (1802 - 1850)
Da liegt der Feinde gestreckte Schar
Language: German (Deutsch)
Available translation(s): CAT DUT ENG ENG FRE ITA LIT
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
- LIT Lithuanian (Lietuvių kalba) (Giedrius Prunskus) , "Ten guli pribaigtų priešų minia", copyright © 2023, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Line count: 12
Word count: 71
There lie the enemies, strewn in piles
Language: English after the German (Deutsch)
There lie the enemies, strewn in piles.
They lie in their crimson blood.
How sharp he strikes, how well he strikes,
The swift Hussar!
There they are, ha! So pale, so crimson.
Hush, hush; they tremble still and shake.
Their souls on their bed of leaves;
Now they lie dead.
And the trumpet calls on.
He wipes his bloody sword on the man.
His horse springs merrily on,
With crimson hooves.
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This text was added to the website: 2006-11-07
Line count: 12
Word count: 71