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Wo alle Straßen enden, hört unser Weg nicht auf. Wohin wir uns auch wenden die Zeit nimmt ihren Lauf. Das Herz, verbrannt, im Schmerz, verbannt. So ziehen wir verloren durch das graue Niemandsland. Vielleicht kehrt von uns keiner mehr zurück ins Heimatland. Zu Vater, Mutter, Schwester geht einzig unser Sinn. Beim Kanonenorchester, hier gibt es kein gewinn. Hauptmann befiehl! Auf ran ans Ziel! So geben wir in Treue für den Kaiser unser Blut, im blutigen Gewitter der verfluchten Franzmannbrut. Die Feldpost ist verschollen, der Schlamm ist knöchelteif. Man isst nur Wurzelknollen, es riecht der Leichen mief. Wir sind verlor'n, im Wind erfror'n. Herzliebste uns schon trennt bereits ein ganzes langes Jahr, doch auch im Osten braucht es Schutz vor wilder Russenschar. Die Wolken zieh'n nach Osten, und Dörfer steh'n in Brand, wir durften jung schon kosten des Todes bittre Hand. Verbrannt das Land, in Hand, nur Sand. Die Augen flackern augefüllt vom grauenvollen Krieg. Ob ich bald wie die andren jung im kühlen Grabe lieg? Wir sind verloren. Wir sind verloren. Wir sind verloren. Wir sind verloren. So geh ich auf und nieder beschau die Leichenschar, die gestern um die Stunde gesund und munter war. Wer weiß wohin? So heiß, der Sinn! Wer weiß wie lange lange noch für mich die helle Sonne scheint. Ich weiß nur wenn ich sterb' um mich die brave Mutter weint. Wir sind verloren. Wir sind verloren. Wir sind verloren. Wir sind verloren.
The one thing I love about the song is that it doesn't glorify war like most propaganda or patriotic songs do. When Johnny Comes Marching Home British Grenadiers The Sacred War Panzerlied Doki no Sakura This song tells war like it is, a nightmarish hell where the thoughts that run through your head are, "Will I meet the same death these young men have?", "What's my purpose here?", "What am I really fighting for?", "If I die here I'll only know while my loved ones cries for me."
Not sure if When Johnny Comes marching Home glorifies war either. The lyrics usually give context that the soldier returning home is greeted again and people celebrate his arrival, or there’s the more slower version of the tune, making it sound emotional and probably giving context that the soldier was KIA, and his body was returned home.
Wasnt the British Grendiers just a march to help keep troops doing what they are doing like keeping in step and everything in the Line Infantry period? I don't think it has any vocals just drums and fifels
@@thepeanut2681 "Some talk of Alexander, and some of Hercules Of Hector and Lysander, and such great names as these But of all the world's great heroes There's none that can compare With a tow, row row row, row row row To the British Grenadiers"
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Holy shit, an english version of my favorit song. Thank you sire! You did us a great service. I personally think the German version sounds better, but this way I can sing along comfortably.
I don't see why something can't be depressing and catchy at the same time. But I do know that in American culture, it is uncommon, to the point of non existent. But technically speaking, the two are definitely not even close to being mutually exclusive, and are actually fairly common in continental European songs.
@@zhouwu America hasn't had war on its borders in centuries, and its the culture to always respond you are happy regardless of your feelings, so its a culture shock for us to hear this.
People in Russia ,Germany and France in 1914 to their governments :join the war if you don’t we will revolt Same people in 1917 after 3 years in war : please stop and leave the war we are suffering. Otherwise we will revolt This shows horror of a war like this song
Government person 1 to government person 2: "Why are the people revolting?" Government person 2 to government person 1: "That's not very nice. You don't know who's listening. They might not like it if they heard you call them revolting." Good thing it happened in Russia, Germany and France, where they are less likely to be trapped with ambiguities like that creating confusion in their official communication.
This sounds better than the German version for me, maybe because it sounds like something from Warhammer 40k where an Imperial Regiment has lost all contact with their superiors and march in unknown enemy lands. This song in English is epic.
I find the best ones are the ones you actually understand clearly what they are singing so as a native German speaker I prefer German but the English version is very good and is more accessible for a larger audience and maybe youtube doesn't take it down... Maybe
Some areas where the syllables didn't quite line up, I would have changed the wording slightly to allow the syllables to match. Syllables are often the biggest issue when trying to translate songs from other languages, so its a good thing that for the most part they line up between English and German.
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of gas-shells dropping softly behind. Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!-An ecstasy of fumbling Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time, But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And floundering like a man in fire or lime.- Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams before my helpless sight He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin, If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, Bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,- My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori
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i know im a bit late but nvm...yes you could translate it to Forsaken but also to Doomed or lost and in this particular situation i´d say it actually means all of them combined i think thats the reason why he didn´t translate it because it simply would lose half of its meaning if translated.
Where all streets end Our path does not stop Wherever we turn Time takes its course The heart, burnt, In pain, banished So we go lost through the grey no man's land Maybe none of us will return to our Homeland To father, mother, sister Goes solely our mind With the cannon orchestra There is no win here Captain commands! Reach the target! So we give our blood in faithfulness to the emperor, In the bloody thunderstorm of the cursed Frenchman. The field post is missing The mud is ankle deep You only eat root tubes The corpses reek of stale air We are lost Frozen in the wind Dearest heart, we have been separated for a whole long year, But the East need protection from wild Russians too The clouds are moving east, And villages are on fire, We young were allowed to taste The bitter hand of death Burned the land In the hand only sand The eyes are filled up with the horrible war Will I soon be lying in the cool grave like the others? We are lost. We are lost. We are lost. We are lost. So I got up and down looking at the corpses, Who yesterday at this hour Were happy and healthy. Who knows where? So hot, the sense! Who knows how long the bright sun will shine for me I only know that if I die, the good mother will cry for me. We are lost. We are lost. We are lost. We are lost.
Can anyone explain to me what is this reference I see in lots of places where German military 🎖️ personnel keep complaining that the field post either is missing or has been lost? What is the field post, and why is it so critical? Is it perhaps functionally a communications centre with the headquarters, from which the troops can receive their orders?
2:22 In the winter of 1918 Ukrainian Central Council asked the German empire to help them defend their land from the soviet russia, they accepted, in exchange for supplying their army with food, perhaps this part of the song implies this events.
I suspect it's more likely to do with the defence of East Prussia (or later on, the occupied territories in the Baltic States which then had a large German population).
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