by
Rudolf Liebisch (1861 - 1939)
Die Husarenbraut
Language: German (Deutsch)
Sie reiten am rosigen Morgen
Zum schimmernden Tore hinaus,
Da lausch ich am Fenster verborgen,
In meines Vaters Haus.
Und kommt nun auf feurigem Rosse
Mein schöner, mein lustger Sergeant,
Da lächelt der süße Genosse,
Und grüßend bewegt er die Hand.
Ein flammender Blick fliegt herüber,
Kein anderer wird es gewahr,
O Glück auf den Weg du mein lieber,
Mein blühender, stolzer Husar.
Vorbei! Und ich lächle und sinne:
O wüßt es der strenge Obrist,
Wie treu auch im Dienste der Minne
Sein prächtigster Reiter ist.
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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):
- by Fritz Fleck (1880 - 1933), "Die Husarenbraut", op. 5 (Drei heitere Gesänge für eine mittlere Singstimme mit Klavierbegleitung) no. 1, published 1906 [ voice and piano ], Berlin: C.A. Challier & Co. [sung text not yet checked]
- by Rudolf Leberl (1884 - 1952), "Die Husarenbraut", op. 28 no. 4 (1924), published 2006 [ voice and guitar ], from Spielmannslieder für Singstimme und Gitarre, no. 4, Frankfurt am Main: Laurentius-Musikverlag [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Paul Schwers (1874 - 1939), "Die Husarenbraut", op. 23 (Fünf Gesänge für eine mittlere Singstimme und Pianoforte) no. 5, published 1915 [ medium voice and piano ], Leipzig: F.E.C. Leuckart [sung text not yet checked]
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- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "The bride of the hussar", copyright © 2021, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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The bride of the hussar
Language: English after the German (Deutsch)
On a rosy morn they are riding
Out through the shimmering gateway;
In my father's house, concealed by my window,
I listen.
And mounted upon a fiery steed
My handsome, my blithe sergeant now comes by,
Then he, my sweet comrade, smiles
And moves his hand in greeting.
A blazing glance flies over to me,
No one else notices it;
Oh, good luck upon the way, you my dear,
My lively, proud hussar!
They're past! And I smile and think:
Oh, if the stern colonel only knew
How faithful also in the service of love
His most splendid rider is!
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