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The Tenementals - Peat Bog Soldiers (Die Moorsoldaten)

Die Moorsoldaten (Peat Bog Soldiers) was first performed in August 1933 in Börgermoor, a nazi concentration camp holding socialist and communist political prisoners Video: Directed by David Archibald Edited by Simon Whittle Cinematography and post-production by Holger Mohaupt at Room 8 Studios Video shot in Glasgow at La Chunky Studios and M.A.R.S. Screen Print Studio Music: Bob Anderson - drums David Archibald - vocals Jessica Argo - cello Ronan Breslin - keys Mark Ferrari - bass guitar and vocals Therese Martin - vocals Olivia McLean - cello Lily Mohaupt - vocals Simon Whittle - guitars and vocals Track recorded at La Chunky Studios, Glasgow by Ronan Breslin, and mixed/mastered by Johnny Smillie Released on 3 November 2023 by Strength In Numbers Records - streaming everywhere - downloads and limited edition CDs from https://strengthinnumbersrecords.band... Thanks to Creative Scotland for their support in making this recording possible Lyrics*: Wohin auch das auge blicket Moor und heide nur ringsum Vogelsang uns nicht erquicket Eichen stehen kahl und krumm Wir sind die Moorsoldaten Und ziehen mit dem spaten ins moor Every vista, panorama Peat and bog our only fare Songs from birds seem not to matter Oaks stand barren, bent and bare We are the Peat Bog Soldiers Marching with our spades to the moor Auf und nieder geh'n die posten Keiner, keiner kann hindurch Flucht wird nur das leben kosten Vierfach ist umzäunt die burg Wir sind die Moorsoldaten Und ziehen mit dem spaten ins moor Up and down the sentries pacing No one, no one can get past Flight for freedom is sure death-dealing Fenced-in castle holds us fast We are the Peat Bog Soldiers Marching with our spades to the moor Doch für uns gibt es kein klagen Ewig kann nicht winter sein! Einmal werden froh wir sagen Heimat du bist wieder mein! Dann zieh'n die Moorsoldaten Nicht mehr mit dem spaten ins moor But for us there is no complaining Winter's months must soon be o'er One day we will cry rejoicing Home, my dear, you're mine once more Then, the Peat Bog Soldiers No more - will march with our spades to the moor Then, the Peat Bog Soldiers No more - will march with our spades to the moor *New English translation by David Archibald