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political: Theodor Storm - graves on the coast

graves on the coast

With wreaths we have decorated the grave,

The quiet cradle of our young dead;

the greenest ivy have picked us,

The latest switches, which offered the year.

Here they rest in her tomb unarmed,

The man also wore the powder from vapor;

the beach drifting across the Meeresdurft,

The sleeper cooling hot after the fight.

It increases the flood, the ring of the dike ago

In the evening light, the water level burns;

shall lie Your beautiful! The native sea

throws his shine on your dark hills.

And they tore down the colors well,

for the young as their ginget to the bleaching,

shall lie Oh, quiet! For from grave to grave

Wehntal the enemies around you coat of arms.

not you are for the glory attached them;

tell But you know that your bullets hit,

that, than you for ew ' Gen. rest stretched

the enemy zwanget her to sleep next to you.

But you, without which drumbeat

was prepared by the hands of the enemy turf,

Hear this song! and waits for the day

That our riders here blowing reveille!

But should this life hot dispute

Lost Gehn as your blood in the sand

And only in the realm the past

The name of this beautiful country to live:

In this grave, when the sword is broken, laid

If German honor spotless!

Protect the home you could not

dying But you've saved them from disgrace.

Now it rests, as in the womb the child

And shall lie on native cushion;

rest of us but we are left

Where will we have to die in misery!

Already we had to leave a festive reception

with garlands in their hands the house;

We were awaiting all night long,

But only the dead roamed the streets.

So please accept as their sleeper this tomb,

The late most flowers that offered the year!

early fall the leaves in the sun last scent

Even this summer's wreath to the dead one.


Theodor Storm (1885)

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Music: Where Have All The Flowers Gone - Friedrich Schütter