Rolle, du strömigter Carun
Language: German (Deutsch) after the English
Our translations: DUT FRE ITA
Rolle, du strömigter Carun,
rolle in Freuden vorbey;
die Söhne des Kampfes entflohn!
Man sieht das Roß in unsern Feldern nicht mehr;
die Flügel ihres Stolzes
spreiten sich in [andern]1 Ländern.
Nun wird die Sonne in Frieden aufgehn,
und Schatten in Freude [herabsteigen]2.
Die Stimme der Jagd wird vernommen;
die Schilde hangen in der Halle.
Frohlocken werden wir im Kriege des Meers;
Unsere Hände werden roth im Blute von Lochlin.
Rolle, du strömigter Carun,
rolle in [Freude]3 vorbey;
die Söhne des Kampfes entflohn!
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Confirmed with Die Gedichte Ossians, des Celtischen Helden und Barden. Aus dem Englischen und zum Theile der Celtischen Ursprache übersetzt von Freyherrn von Harold, Zweyte verbesserte und mit vielen bisher unentdeckten Gedichten vermehrte Auflage. Mannheim 1782, im Verlage der Herausgeber der ausländischen schönen Geister, pages 69-70.
1 Schubert: "fremden"
2 Schubert: "hersteigen"
3 Schubert: "Freuden"
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- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Research team for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani , Peter Rastl
[Guest Editor] This text was added to the website: 2008-08-16
Line count: 15
Word count: 87
Scorri, scorri con gioia
Language: Italian (Italiano) after the German (Deutsch)
Scorri, scorri con gioia
Torrente Carun,
sono fuggiti i figli della battaglia!
Nei nostri campi non ci sono più destrieri
E le ali della superbia
Si sono spiegate in terre straniere.
Ora il sole sorgerà nella pace
E nella gioia scenderanno le ombre.
Si udranno solo voci di cacciatori
E gli scudi saranno appesi nei saloni.
Canteremo vittoria nella guerra del mare,
le nostre mani diventeranno rosse nel sangue di Lochin!
Scorri, scorri con gioia
Torrente Carun,
sono fuggiti i figli della battaglia!
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Translation of title "Bardengesang" = "Canto del bardo"
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