Gustav Mahler - Revelge.Des Knaben Wunderhorn.Fisher-Dieskau & Szell.London Symfony.1968 текст песни

In the morning between three and four,
we soldiers have to march,
the alley up and down;
tralali, tralalei, tralala,
My darling looks down.

"Oh brother, now I'm shot,
the bullet has hit me badly,
carry me to my quarters,
tralali, tralalei, tralala,
they are not far from here."

"Oh brother, I cannot carry you,
the enemies have beaten us,
may god help you;
tralali, tralalei, tralala,
I have to march unto death."

"Oh brothers, you pass by me,
as if it were all over with me!
The enemy, the scoundrel, is here
tralali, tralalei, tralala,
you offend me.

I will well play my drum
or else I will lose myself completely.
The brothers, plentiful sowed
tralali, tralalei, tralala,
they lie as if they've been mowed."

He plays the drum up and down,
he wakes his silent brothers,
they beat their enemy,
tralali, tralalei, tralala,
a terror beats the enemy.

He plays the drum up and down,
there they are in the night-quarters again,
into the alley.
tralali, tralalei, tralala,
they march to darling's house.

In the morning there stand the bones,
in rank and file as tombstones.
The drum stands in front
tralali, tralalei, tralala,
so that she can see him.