Two idiots. ... oh sorry - and an absurd female idiot. Exists anyone who is not an absurd idiot any longer since Donald Gessler became president of the USA?
By the way : Also two famous Germans had been William Tell and Friedrich von Schiller
He must come through this narrow lane,
There is no other way to Küssnacht – Here
I will finish it – The opportunity is favorable.
[The elderberry bush hides me from him,
From there my arrow can reach him,
The narrowness of the path prevents pursuers.]
Settle your account with heaven, Vogt,
You must go, your time is up.
I lived quietly and harmlessly – The bullet
Was aimed only at the animals of the forest,
My thoughts were pure of murder –
You have frightened me out of my peace,
You have turned the milk of pious thought
Into fermenting dragon's poison,
You have accustomed me to monstrosity –
Whoever set the child's head as his target,
Can also strike the heart of the enemy.
The poor little children, the innocent ones,
I must protect the faithful wife from your wrath,
Bailiff – There, when I drew the bowstring –
When my hand trembled –
When you forced me with cruel, devilish pleasure
To aim at the child's head –
When I struggled helplessly before you, begging,
At that moment I vowed within myself
With a terrible oath, known only to God,
That the first target of my next shot
Would be your heart – What I vowed
In that moment of hellish torment,
Is a sacred debt, I will pay it.
You are my lord and my emperor's bailiff,
But not the emperor would have allowed himself
What you have done—he sent you to these lands
To administer justice—severe justice, for he is angry—
But not to indulge your murderous lust
And commit every atrocity with impunity.
There is a God who punishes and avenges.
Come forth, you bringer of bitter pain,
My dearest treasure now, my highest treasure—
I will give you a goal that until now
Was impenetrable to pious pleas—
But it shall not resist you— And you,
Trusted bowstring, which so often
Has served me faithfully in joyful play,
Do not forsake me in terrible earnestness.
Only now, hold fast, you faithful string,
Which so often has given wings to my bitter arrow –
If it now slips powerlessly from my hands,
I have no second one to send.
Wanderers pass across the scene.
I will sit down on this stone bench,
Prepared for the wanderer to rest briefly –
For there is no home here – Everyone rushes
Past each other quickly and strangely,
And does not ask about their pain – Here walks
The worried merchant and the light-hearted
Pilgrim – the devout monk,
The gloomy robber and the cheerful minstrel,
The mule driver with his heavily laden horse,
Coming from distant lands,
For every road leads to the end of the world.
They all go on their way
To their business – and mine is murder!
Sits down.
Otherwise, when your father left, dear children,
There was joy when he returned,
For he never came home without bringing you something,
Whether it was a beautiful alpine flower,
A rare bird, or an ammonite,
As the wanderer finds in the mountains—
Now he pursues a different hunt,
Sitting by the wild path with murderous thoughts.
It is the life of his enemy that he is lying in wait for.
– And yet he thinks only of you, dear children,
Even now – to defend you, to protect your sweet innocence
From the revenge of the tyrant,
He wants to draw his bow to kill!
Stand up.
I am lying in wait for noble game – Let it be
The hunter does not mind roaming for days on end
In the harshness of winter,
Leaping from rock to rock,
Climbing up the smooth walls,
Where he sticks to them with his own blood,
– To hunt down a poor little roe deer.
Here there is a more delicious prize,
The heart of the mortal enemy who wants to destroy me.
From afar, cheerful music can be heard approaching.
All my life I have wielded the bow,
Practiced according to the rules of archery,
I have often shot in the bull's-eye,
And brought home many a fine prize
From joyful shooting – But today I want to
Take the master shot and win the best
In the whole mountain range.
You sure whine a lot. Germany has some of the stupidest "green" mandates on the planet.
You must be one of those angry ost deutscher who lost power when the unification happened.
