The Tenementals - Peat Bog Soldiers (Die Moorsoldaten)

Описание: 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

Composed by Rudi Goguel, Johann Esser, Wolfgang Langhoff

*New English translation by David Archibald