Hartleed
vun
Klaus Groth
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Sorrow
by
Klaus Groth
Translation:
R. F. Hahn ©2002 |
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Wat
weenst du di de Ogen blank?
Segg an: wat deit di weh?
Is Vader krank, is Moder krank?
Is Bruder ut to See? |
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1.
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Why are you weeping so bitterly?
Tell me! What could it be?
Your father’s ill? Your mother’s ill?
Your brother’s out to sea? |
| 2.
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»Och
ne! mit Vader hett’ keen Noth,
Un Moder spinnt dat Flass,
Doch weert em beter, weer he dot
Un ünnert gröne Gras. |
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2. |
“Oh, no! My dad’s not ill in bed,
And Mum spins flax and is sound.
But he might as well be gone and dead
And lying in the ground. |
| 3.
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Ja
beter leeg he kold un still
Al ünnern Likensteen.
De Wind is lud, de See is wild,
– Un ik mutt weenn un weenn.« |
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3.
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Yes, he might as well be cold and still
And in the ground so deep.
The sea is wild, the wind is shrill—
And I must weep and weep.” |
| 4.
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Un
gung de See ok noch so krus
Un noch so arg to Kehr:
Al menni Schipper keem to Hus
De lang vergeten weer. |
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4.
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The sea may be all waves and foam
And may be wild and fierce,
Yet many a sailor has come back home
That had been forgotten for years. |
| 5.
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So
ween di nich de Ogen blank,
Un wisch di man de Thran;
En junge Blot, en nie Plank
De ward ni ünnergan. |
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5.
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So now stop weeping so bitterly,
And dry your face, my dear!
A young lad and a brand-new plank?
They won’t just disappear! |
| 6.
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»Un
leeg he inne depe See,
Dat weer em wul to günn’,
Dar hör he nix vun Angst un Weh
Un Schimp un Schann un Sünn. – |
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6.
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“If he were lying under the sea
He’d be in a better place,
Would hear of no fear and misery,
Of shame, sin and disgrace.— |
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Dar
keemn Soldaten, blink un blank,
De weern so smuck to sehn,
Dar gungn Soldaten flink un frank,
Do fung ik an to ween. |
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7.
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Some soldiers came, dressed up all smart.
Were they a sight to see!
The soldiers left. He stole my heart,
And I wept bitterly. |
| 8. |
Un
ween mi noch de Ogen ut,
Un bün so hartsbedröft,
He weer so junk, he weer so gut,
Ik harr em Allens lövt. |
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8.
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I’ll weep and weep until I’m blind.
I’m hurt, will always grieve!
He was so young! He was so kind!
He’d lie, and I’d believe. |
| 9. |
He
weer so junk, he weer so slank,
He sä, he keem so bald,
Nu hör ik al de Weken lank,
Wa Lof un Blœder fallt. |
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9.
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He was so young and trim and swore
Shortly he’d be around.
And now I’ve heard for weeks or more
How leaves fall to the ground. |
| 10. |
Un
kumt he nu un nimmermehr,
Wo schall ik eenmal hin!
So sack ik as dat Lof na Eer
Vœr Schimp un Schann un Sünn!«
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10.
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What if he’ll never be around?
I’d leave. But to what place?
Like dead leaves I’d fall to the ground
For shame, sin and disgrace.”
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In d'n Orginaaltext steiht “æ” neem hier
“œ” bruukt wardt.
In den Originaltext steht “æ” wo hier “œ” benutzt wird.
In the original text, “æ” is appears where here “œ” is used.
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 Melodie
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Unbekannt | Anonymous (2
KB/28 sec. MIDI: R. F. Hahn, ©2002)
(Heike Müns, ed., Dat du mien
Leewsten büst: 200 plattdeutsche Lieder aus Vergangenheit und Gegenwart, Rostock:
Hinstorff, 1988)
Hannes Wader singt | Hannes
Wader sings
Plattdeutsche Lieder, Köln/Cologne:
Phonogram GmbH, 1990, 842 759-2 (419
KB/38 sec. Wave clip)
(Hannes Wader sien Sied |
Hannes Waders Seite | Hannes Wader's Page) |
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