Jedem das Seine
Language: German (Deutsch)
Available translation(s): 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.
Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
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
Everyone gets what he deserves
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch)
There on a flat paradeground
Kaspar holds the center
Up on his high horse.
A King, a duke gathered around and
On the opposite side, the public;
With the ranks bang bang bang
Marching strictly, as one.
Drinking the air awash with sunlight,
Helmet and bayonet glittering,
Bubbling, shimmering and sparkling.
In the shadowy reviewing stand,
Bravo! Hurray! Jests and jokes.
Lighting-like glanced through opera glasses.
Parading back and forth.
And next to me, who could that be?
Charmingly not so terribly elegant
Yet enchantingly chic.
If one were to look critically
Senses secretly heightened.
With hips moving trustingly,
Coupled with the music.
Kaspar, take what you've earned,
And what this garrison has led you to,
Protect yourself and us.
But now, my dear one
Let's hurry from the paradeground
Behind that wall there is a little place
Far from the glint and hubbub.
And there we will lie down,
I and my neighbor.
From afar, we hear "Tan-ta-ra!"
What joy to be a soldier.
What joy not to be one
When finally the two of us are quietly alone together,
etc.
Authorship:
- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2012 by Michael P Rosewall, (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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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Colly
This text was added to the website: 2012-04-15
Line count: 35
Word count: 182