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Brentano, Clemens: Verspätung

Portre of Brentano, Clemens

Verspätung (German)

Mutter, ach Mutter! es hungert mich,
Gieb mir Brod, sonst sterb ich.
Warte nur mein liebes Kind!
Morgen wollen wir säen geschwind.

Und als das Korn gesäet war,
Rief das Kind noch immerdar:
Mutter, ach Mutter, es hungert mich,
Gieb mir Brod, sonst sterb ich.
Warte nur mein liebes Kind!
Morgen wollen wir ärndten geschwind.

Und als das Korn geärntet war
Rief das Kind noch immerdar:
Mutter, ach Mutter! es hungert mich,
Gieb mir Brod, sonst sterbe ich.
Warte nur mein liebes Kind!
Morgen wollen wir dreschen geschwind.

Und als das Korn gedroschen war,
Rief das Kind noch immerdar:
Mutter, ach Mutter! es hungert mich,
Gieb mir Brod, sonst sterbe ich.
Warte nur mein liebes Kind!
Morgen wollen wir mahlen geschwind.

Und als das Korn gemahlen war,
Rief das Kind noch immerdar:
Mutter, ach Mutter! es hungert mich,
Gieb mir Brod, sonst sterbe ich.
Warte nur mein liebes Kind!
Morgen wollen wir backen geschwind.
Und als das Brod gebacken war,
Lag das Kind schon auf Bahr.

 
Des Knaben Wunderhorn: Alte deutsche Lieder, gesammelt, Band 2.



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The Hungry Child (English)

“Mother, I'm hungry, mother dear,
Give me bread or I'll be dying.”
“Wait my child, wait my child,
Tomorrow we'll be ploughing.”

Now when the field it had been ploughed
The young child started crying,
“Mother, I'm hungry, mother dear,
Give me bread or I'll be dying.”
“Wait my child, wait my child,
Tomorrow we'll be sowing.”

Now when the field it had been reaped
The young child started crying,
“Mother, I'm hungry, mother dear,
Give me bread or I'll be dying.”
“Wait my child, wait my child,
Tomorrow we'll be threshing.”

Now when the wheat it had been threshed
The young child started crying,
“Mother, I'm hungry, mother dear,
Give me bread or I'll be dying.”
“Wait my child, wait my child,
Tomorrow we'll be grinding.”

Now when the wheat it had been ground
The young child started crying,
“Mother, I'm hungry, mother dear,
Give me bread or I'll be dying.”
“Wait my child, wait my child,
Tomorrow we'll be baking.”
Now when the bread was warm in the oven
The child lay in his coffin.



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