Der Schreckenberger
Language: German (Deutsch)
Our translations: CAT ENG FRE FRE ITA
Aufs Wohlsein meiner Dame,
eine Windfahn' ist ihr Panier,
Fortuna ist ihr Name,
das Lager ihr Quartier!
Und wendet sie sich weiter,
ich kümmre mich nicht drum,
da draußen ohne Reiter,
da geht die Welt so dumm.
Statt Pulverblitz und Knattern
aus jedem wüsten Haus
Gevattern sehn und schnattern
alle Lust zum Land hinaus.
Fortuna weint vor Ärger,
es rinnet Perl' auf Perl';
»Wo ist der Schreckenberger?
Das war ein andrer Kerl!«
Sie tut den Arm mir reichen,
Fama bläst das Geleit,
so zu dem Tempel steigen
wir der Unsterblichkeit.
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "El perdonavides", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "The swashbuckler", copyright ©
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Le fier-à-bras", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Stéphane Goldet) (Pierre de Rosamel) , "Le soudard", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "L'intrepido", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Word count: 90
L'intrepido
Language: Italian (Italiano) after the German (Deutsch)
Salute alla mia dama,
la sua insegna è un segnavento,
il suo nome è Fortuna,
la sua sede un accampamento
E se da un'altra parte si gira,
io non mi cruccio per questo;
ché senza cavalleria,
il mondo è un posto tristo.
Invece di bagliori di fuoco e di spari,
Fuori da ogni casa in disordine
Si spiano i vicini, cianciano le comari,
non c'è gioia su questa terra.
Piange la Fortuna di rabbia,
le lacrime, come perle, scorrono:
"Il mio intrepido dove si trova?
Lui e tutto un altro uomo!"
Essa mi porge il suo braccio,
la Fama da compagna le fa,
e così ascendiamo al tempio,
dell'immortalità.
Text Authorship:
- Translation from German (Deutsch) to Italian (Italiano) copyright © 2009 by Ferdinando Albeggiani, (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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