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Letí straka letí

Language: Czech (Čeština)

Letí straka letí,
křídlama chlopotá,
ztratila sa sestře
košulenka z plota.
Gdo jí ju ukradl,
aj, gdyby věděla,
věckrát by se mnú
řečňovat nechtěla.
Oh, Bože, rozbože,
jak sem sa proměnil,
jak jsem své myšlenky
ve svém srdci změnil.
Co sem sa modlíval,
už sa hlava zbyla,
jak gdyby sa pískem
zhlybeň zařútila!



Translation(s): GER

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, and transliterations (if applicable):

Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.

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Wie die Elster wegfliegt

Language: German (Deutsch)

Wie die Elster wegfliegt, 
hurtig ihr Flügelschlag.
Von der Schwester Zaun verschwand
ein Hemd am hellen Tag.
Wenn es die Schwester wüßt, 
wer so gut stehlen kann,
Spräch sie kein Wort mehr,
schaute mich nie mehr an.
Herr, meine Seele, 
wie anders mein Leben jetzt,
Seit die Sündenliebe mir 
das Herz besetzt hat.
Wie ich gebetet hab, 
wie den Kopf zerrüttet!
Nun ist er ein Abgrund, 
voll mit Sand geschüttet!



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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

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Text added to the website: 2009-10-01.