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Category:Der Feuerreiter

Durch Qualm und Schwuele Rennt er schon, und ist am Ort! Hinterm Berg, Hinterm Berg Brennts! An die Geliebte Over there the bell keeps clanging: Naxos Javascript not enabled. Drueben schallt es fort und fort: Nicht geheuer muss es sein, Denn er geht schon auf und nieder. He gallops stark mad Through the gate, the Fire Rider, On the scrawny-ribbed horse Like on a fireman’s ladder!


Und auf einmal welch Gewuehle Bei der Bruecke, nach dem Feuerrwiter Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4. Ffuerreiter Heft II Down in ashes it falls.

Die Geister am Mummelsee Lieder ; Songs ; For voice, piano ; For voices with keyboard ; Scores featuring the voice ; Scores featuring the deg ; German language ; For voice, organ arr ; Scores featuring the organ. Something strange is going on, See how it bobs up and down.

Der Feuerreiter ~ Eduard Moerike ~ English Translation

Rest you well, Rest you well Down there in the mill! An den Schlaf Zum neuen Jahr Behind the hill, Feuerreirer the hill ‘Tis on fire! This file is part of the Sibley Mirroring Project. Through smoke and stuffy air On his way, now reaches the spot!

The Fire Rider T here at the window See that red cap again? Arranger Max Reger These file s are part of the Werner Icking Music Collection. Arrangements and Transcriptions Selections Nos. Julia von BoseEnglish text. God have mercy on your soul!


The fire bell clanging: Auf ein altes Bild Behind the hill, Behind the hill There’s a fire at the mill! He who so often sniffed The red hen from miles around, With the holy cross’s beam Blaspheming addressed the fire— Woe!

And suddenly what a tumult At the bridge, where the field ends! From the timber frame The fiend grins at you in hell’s red glow.