ASP -- Elf und Einer [Zaubererbruder (Der Krabat-Liederzyklus)] 

wo sind da bitte die unterschiede ? ^^` bin riesiger krabat fan und mir ist das auch bei dem lied der fremde aufgefallen aber sonst habe ich leider keine unterschiede gemerkt

das ende des meisters, zum beispiel - im buch gelingt es der kantorka krabat unter allen raben zu finden, die burschen kommen frei, der meister stirbt :) in dieser & anderen versionen gelingt das nicht, & die kantorka stirbt.

interessant :) wie geht es danach dann weiter?

@Charmes danke für die lange und ausführliche antwort werd darauf mal achten O.o

Es ist die Krabatgeschichte.. nur mit alternativen Ende

Hey wie gehts dir?!

tut mir leid Küken! Alles! Danke das du in der schweren Zeit zu mir gehalten hast!!!

Jan Becks Ich verstehe nicht ganz, was habe ich denn getan?^^

+ChosenKükenLP Hey Küken :) Alles gut ?:) Liebe Grüße Aeterna :)

Elf und Einer ist eine Kapitelüberschrift in Otfried Preußlers Krabat. Die Texte von "Zaubererbruder" beziehen sich oft auf diese Version der Geschichte. Wenn man sie nicht kennt, versteht man diese Andeutungen auch nicht.

thanks!

It should be eleven and one from old age No one can be too little and no more Elf and one and the master on top of that Practice the black art by candlelight at night Eleven and one, nobody likes to be missed Elf and One and the master who teaches them Eleven and one listen and he reads aloud The raven choir repeated with a croak Eleven and one, be careful and listen carefully Eleven are ravens and the one is you Just be patient, my friend, it won't be long And the master shouts: “Go, get on the pole! [Refrain] Raven feathers black as coal in the nights In the days of flour knows like fresh snow And every year the godfather comes to get one Yes, every year one of the friends has to go The master needs a new life And one of us has to be there And the mill wheel is slow and stops Eleven and one, yes it has always been that way That's how it will stay, that's what tradition demands Elf and one will soon wear the black mark Eleven and one and the master is the number Eleven and one are already waiting in the candle smoke In front of the skull and the book, so it is custom It lies chained on the cold stone The clock strikes eleven and once, that's how it should be Eleven and one without wings are ready But in no time a feather dress grows for you Look down at you and you will be afraid When the master shouts: “Go, get on the pole! [Refrain] Eleven and one and you are now part of it Listen to the black litany in the deep night Eleven and one and now it's done soon Elf and one soon know how to do it How to just make wounds dry up How to penetrate someone else's mind How to make weather and how time stops Those who know the black arts rule the world Eleven and one, they change shape No matter what, it will be soon Whether as a horse, a rooster, an ox or a snake Until the master calls: have a look, on the pole! [Refrain] Eleven and one and one more are too many The master says: Elf and one is the goal It always hits someone who falls through the sieve Whoever is too much dies, because 12 is my principle

Eleven and one it should be since ancient times. Not one less and not one more. Eleven and one and the master above them practice black art by candlelight at night. Eleven and one, no one easily done without. Eleven and One and the Master who teaches them. Eleven and one listen and he reads. The Raven Choir repeats with a croak. Eleven and one, pay attention and listen carefully. Eleven are ravens and the one, that's you. Just be patient, my friend, it will not be long and the master calls: Hush, on your perch! In the nights raven feathers black like coal On the days white of flour, like fresh snow. And every year the reaper comes for a pick. Yes, every year one of the friends has to go. Master needs a new life and one of us has to provide and the mill stone slows and stops. Eleven and one, yes it has always been like that That's the way things are going to stay, tradition demands. Eleven and one will soon wear the black mark. Eleven and one and the master is the number. Eleven and one are already waiting in the candle smoke. In front of the skull and the book, that's the custom. Chained, it lies on the cold stone. Eleven and once the clock strikes, that's the way it has to be. Eleven and one without wings are ready. But in a flash now you will also grow a plumage. Look down at you and you will be afraid and anxious, when the master calls: Hush, on the perch! In the nights raven feathers black like coal On the days white of flour, like fresh snow. And every year the reaper comes for a pick. Yes, every year one of the friends has to go. Master needs a new life and one of us has to provide and the mill stone slows and stops. Eleven and one, and you too, Listen in the dark night to the black litany. Eleven and one and soon it is done. Eleven and one soon know how to do it. How to bring wounds to dry up. How to penetrate the mind of another. How to make weather and how time turns. Who knows the black arts, rules the world. Eleven and One, they change the shape. Not matter what it is, it becomes soon: Whether as a horse, as a cock, as an ox or snake. Until the Master calls: Hush, on the perch! In the nights raven feathers black like coal On the days white of flour, like fresh snow. And every year the reaper comes for a pick. Yes, every year one of the friends has to go. Master needs a new life and one of us has to provide and the mill stone slows and stops. Eleven and one and one more are too much. Speaks Master: Eleven and One is the target. It always is one who falls through the sieve. Who is too much dies, because 12 is my principle

Syron 11 und einer denn 12 währe falsch den der eine das wärst jetzt du;)

11 Tritte und ein Kopfschuss. Wir sind nicht gleich.

hallo chris :)