• Kazumara@discuss.tchncs.de
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    19 hours ago

    In German there is this one poem made of contradictions:

    Dunkel war’s, der Mond schien helle,
    als ein Auto blizeschnelle
    langsam um die runde Ecke bog.
    Drinnen sassen stehend Leute,
    schweigend ins Gespräch vertieft

    And I foget the rest…

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      18 hours ago

      Small correction (you missed a line and rhyme) plus additional lines. There are variations, I’m just reciting the one I know, as best as I know it.

      Dunkel war’s, der Mond schien helle,
      Schnee lag auf der Sommerflur
      als ein Auto blizeschnelle
      langsam um die runde Ecke fuhr.
      Drinnen sassen stehend Leute,
      schweigend ins Gespräch vertieft
      Als ein totgeschoss’ner Hase
      auf der Sandbank Schlittschuh lief.

      Und ein blondgelockter Jüngling
      mit kohlrabenschwarzem Haar
      saß auf einer grünen Banke,
      die rot angestrichen war.
      Neben ihm ne alte Schrulle,
      die grad siebzehn Jahr alt war,
      und sie aß 'ne Butterstulle
      die mit Schmalz bestrichen war.

      As for a translation, slightly liberal due to missing vocabulary:

      It was dark, the moon shone brightly
      snow covered the summer meadows
      when a car rapidly
      slowly rounded the curved corner
      Within, people sat standing
      in deep, silent conversation,
      when a rabit, shot dead,
      ice-skated on the sandbank

      And a blonde-curled youth
      with hair black as a raven
      sat on a green bench
      which was painted red.
      Next to him an old shrew,
      who was barely seventeen,
      and she ate a buttered bread
      with a spread of lard

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        9 hours ago

        Oh so it’s basically the German version of Two Dead Men.

        One fine day in the middle of the night,
        two dead men got up to fight,
        back to back they face each other,
        drew their swords and shot each other,
        one blind man to see fair play,
        one dumb man to shout hooray

        No one can ever remember more than that