by
Rudolph Baumbach (1840 - 1905)
Sturmwind
Language: German (Deutsch)
Available translation(s): ENG
Aus der Wüste, wo er schlief,
Sturmwind kam gezogen,
Männer und Rosse begrub er tief
Unter des Sandes Wogen.
Weiter flog er zum grauen Meer
Ohne Ruhen und Rasten,
Schiffe jagte er vor sich her
Mit zerknickten Masten.
Sturmwind kam in's Alpenland,
Kam mit Adlerschnelle,
Und von eisbedeckter Wand
Stürzte er rollende Bälle.
Heulend kam er angebraust,
Fiel in den Wald, den dichten,
Krachend unter seiner Faust
Sanken die Eichen und Fichten.
In die Reichsstadt kam der Sturm
Rüttelnd an Thür und Riegel,
Brach die Fahne vom Kirchenthurm,
Warf von den Dächern die Ziegel,
Zauste die Mäntel im Übermuth
Männern, Weibern und Knaben,
Und des Bürgermeisters Hut
Wehte er in den Graben.
Weiter brauste der wilde Wind,
Kam an einen Garten,
Drinnen ging ein stilles Kind,
Knospender Blüthen zu warten.
Als der Wind zur Holden kam,
Thät er fein sie grüssen,
Und der Wüstenleu lag zahm
Vor zwei niedlichen Füssen.
Confirmed with Spielmannslieder von Rudolf Baumbach, Leipzig, Verlag von A. G. Liebeskind, 1893, pages 73-74.
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Tempest
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch)
From out of the desert where he slept,
The tempest came a-storming,
Men and horses he buried deeply
Under the waves of sand.
Onward he flew to the grey sea
Without rest or repose,
He drove the ships before him,
Ships with snapped masts.
The tempest came into the alpine land,
Came with the speed of an eagle,
And from the ice-covered cliffs
He dashed rolling balls.
Howling he came a-storming,
Fell upon the forest, the dense forest,
Cracking under his fist
The oaks and firs fell.
Into the city of the realm the tempest came
Rattling at doors and transoms,
He broke the flag from the church tower,
Threw the slates from the rooftops,
In high spirits he ruffled the coats
Of men, women, and lads.
And the mayor’s hat
He blew into the ditch.
Onward stormed the wild wind,
Came to a garden,
Within it a silent maiden walked
Looking after her bursting blossoms.
When the wind came to the lovely one,
He greeted her quite prettily,
And the desert-lion lay down tamely
Before two sweet little feet.
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