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by Colly
Translation © by Guy Laffaille

Jedem das Seine
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Our translations:  ENG FRE LIT
Ebenes Paradefeld
Kasper in der Mitte hält 
Hoch auf seinem Gaul.
König, Herzog um ihn 'rum,
Gegenüber Publicum,
Regimenter bum bum bum.
Das marschiert nicht faul. 

Luft sich voller Sonne trinkt,
Helm und Bayonett das blinkt,
Sprüht und gleisst und glänzt.
Schattiger Tribünensitz,
Bravo! Hurrah! Ulk und Witz.
Operngläser Augenblitz.
Hin und her scharwenzt.

Neben mir wer mag das sein,
Reizend nicht so furchtbar fein,
Doch entzückend schick.
Wird man kritisch angeschaut,
Heimlich ist man doch erbaut,
Und die Hüfte sehr vertraut
kuppelt die Musik.

Kaspar nimm was dir gebührt
und die Truppe recht geführt,
schütze dich und uns.
Aber jetzt geliebter Schatz,
schleunig vom Paradeplatz.
Hinterm Wall ein Plätzchen hat's
fern von Kinz und Kunz.

Und da strecken wir uns hin,
ich und meine Nachbarin,
weit her tönt's Trara.
Welche Lust Soldat zu sein,
welche lust es nicht zu sein,
wenn still fein alein zu zwein wir
et cetera.

Text Authorship:

  • by Colly  [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

  • by Arnold Franz Walter Schoenberg (1874 - 1951), "Jedem das Seine", 1901, from Brettl-Lieder, no. 4 [sung text checked 1 time]

Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • ENG English (Michael P Rosewall) , "Everyone gets what he deserves", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Chacun le sien", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • LIT Lithuanian (Lietuvių kalba) (Giedrius Prunskus) , "Kiekvienam savo", copyright © 2023, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Research team for this page: Pilar Lirio , Guy Laffaille [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 35
Word count: 150

Chacun le sien
Language: French (Français)  after the German (Deutsch) 
Champ de parade plat,
Gaspard se tient au milieu
Haut sur son cheval.
Le roi et le duc autour de lui
Face au public,
Les régiments, boum boum boum.
Çà marche pas mal.

L'air boit lui-même plein de soleil,
Le heaume et la baïonnette luisent,
Étincellent et resplendissent et brillent.
Siège ombragé de la tribune,
Bravo ! Hourra ! Blague et plaisanterie,
Jumelles, yeux étincelants,
De ci, de là, courbettes.

À côté de moi qui cela peut-il être,
charmant et pas terriblement distingué,
mais chic à ravir.
Bien qu'on soit regardé d'un oeil critique,
on est secrètement excité,
et les hanches commencent à bouger
Avec la musique.

Gaspard prends ce qui t'es dû
et mène les troupes droit,
protège-toi et nous aussi.
Mais maintenant cher trésor,
vite loin du champ de parade.
Derrière le mur il y a une petite place
loin de Pierre et Paul.

Et là nous nous allongeons de tout notre long,
moi et ma voisine,
au loin résonne un grand tralala.
Comme c'est merveilleux d'être soldat,
comme c'est merveilleux de ne pas en être un,
quand nous sommes tous les deux ensemble
et cetera

Text Authorship:

  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to French (Français) copyright © 2009 by Guy Laffaille, (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.
    Contact: licenses@email.lieder.example.net

Based on:

  • a text in German (Deutsch) by Colly
    • Go to the text page.

 

This text was added to the website: 2009-09-15
Line count: 35
Word count: 186

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