Hier wächst kein Ahorn [German Fahrtenlied][+English translation] скачать в хорошем качестве

Hier wächst kein Ahorn [German Fahrtenlied][+English translation]

The anthem of the German youth movement, also known as "Thorns and Stones", features lyrics by Jooschen Engelke, inspired by a Montenegrin soldier's song from around 1944. The music was composed by Walter Scherf (tejo) for a German youth group, established in 1951. Josef Hermann Engelke (1918-1962), affectionately known as Jooschen, was characterized as a "daredevil and brawler, frustrated adventurer, social romantic, star reporter, ..." according to the varied descriptions by contemporaries. The onset of World War II initially shattered the dreams of the emerging poet, deeply connected to the youth movement. As a young soldier, he experienced combat in France, Russia, and the Balkans, enduring severe wounds multiple times yet still crafting "delicate poetry, songs brimming with wanderlust, and whimsical tales amidst the chaos of war." Dr. phil. Walter Scherf (1920-2010), known as tejo, was a German composer, researcher in children's and youth literature, and fairy tale enthusiast. Engaged in the youth movement during his childhood and adolescence, he pursued studies in physics, mineralogy, and musicology at the University of Göttingen from 1946 to 1949. Concurrently, he founded and led youth groups, ultimately becoming the federal leader of the German Youth Association in 1949. Additionally, he contributed as a translator, with his most renowned work being the German translation of "The Hobbit" by J.R.R. Tolkien. The title picture is AI created. Disclaimer: All videos are apolitical and this channel is against any form of extremism or hatespeech! ●▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬✠❈ SUPPORT ❈✠▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬● ❖ Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/arminius1871 ●▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬♬❈ LYRICS ❈♬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬● Hier wächst kein Ahorn. Hier wächst kein Pflaumenbaum. Hier wachsen keine Mädchenherzen, Keine Mädchenherzen. Hier wächst der Thymian. Hier wächst der Ginsterstrauch. Und Dornen wachsen aus den Steinen, Dornen aus den Steinen. Hier wächst der Handschar. Hier wächst der Flintenlauf Und blüht wie Lilien blühn im Mondlicht, Lilien blühn im Mondlicht. Und morgen Abend, Und wenn der Nachtwind weht, Kommt unser General geritten, General geritten. Und bringt uns Raki. Aj ho bogami he! Und bringt uns tausend Golddukaten, Tausend Golddukaten.