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| − | '''The Song of Susannah''' ist ein Lied, welches sich durch den gesamten [[Susannah|sechsten Teil]] der [[Dunkler Turm Zyklus|Turm-Saga]] zieht. Nach jedem Teil des Romans - hier Strophe genannt - stehen acht Verse. Vier Verse des '''Vorsängers''' und vier des '''Chors''' als Antwort darauf. Die letzte Strophe ist allerdings anders: Zusammen singen Vorsänger und Chor die letzten vier Verse dieses Liedes.
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| − | !Original
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| − | !Deutsch (etwa)
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| − | |'''Vorsänger''': Commala-come-come<br/>
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| − | There's a young man with a gun<br/>
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| − | Young man lost his honey<br/>
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| − | When she took it on the run<br/>
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| − | '''Chor''': Commala-come-come!<br/>
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| − | She took it on the run!<br/>
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| − | Lefter her baby lonely but<br/>
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| − | her baby ain't done.<br/>
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| − | |'''Vorsänger''': [[Commala]]-komm-komm<br/>
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| − | Da ist ein junger Mann mit einem Revolver<br/>
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| − | Der junge Mann hat seine Liebste verloren<br/>
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| − | Als sie über alle Berge floh<br/>
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| − | '''Chor:''' Commala-komm-komm!<br/>
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| − | Sie floh über alle Berge!<br/>
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| − | Ließ ihr Baby allein zurück, aber<br/>
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| − | ihr Baby ist noch nicht fertig.<br/>
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| − | |'''Vorsänger''': Commala-come-coo<br/>
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| − | The wind'll blow ya through.<br/>
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| − | Ya gotta go where Ka's wind blows ya<br/>
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| − | Cause there's nothin else to do<br/>
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| − | '''Chor''': Commala-come-two!<br/>
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| − | Nothin else to do!<br/>
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| − | Gotta go where ka's wind blows ya<br/>
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| − | Cause there's nothing else to do<br/>
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| − | |'''Vorsänger''': Commala-komm-kai<br>
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| − | Der Wind weht dich vorbei<br>
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| − | Du musst gehen wohin [[Ka]]s Wind dich bläst<br>
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| − | Denn es geht nur so, verzeih<br>
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| − | '''Chor''': Commala-komm-zwei!<br>
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| − | Es geht nur so, verzeih!<br>
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| − | Du musst gehen wohin [[Ka]]s Wind dich bläst<br>
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| − | Denn es geht nur so, verzeih<br>
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| − | |'''Vorsänger''': Commala-come-key<br/>
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| − | Can ya tell me what ya see?<br/>
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| − | Is it ghosts or just the mirror<br/>
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| − | That makes ya want to flee?<br/>
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| − | '''Chor''': Commala-come-three!<br/>
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| − | I beg ya, tell me!<br/>
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| − | Is it ghosts or just your darker self<br/>
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| − | That makes ya want to flee?<br/>
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| − | |'''Vorsänger''': Commala-komm-kai<br>
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| − | Sag, was siehst du, Sai?<br>
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| − | Sind es Geister oder nur der Spiegel<br>
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| − | der Fluchtgedanken bringt herbei?<br>
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| − | '''Chor''': Commala-komm-kai!<br>
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| − | Ich bitte dich, sag's mir, Sai!<br>
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| − | Sind es Geister oder dein dunkles Ich<br>
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| − | das Fluchtgedanken bringt herbei?
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| − | |'''Vorsänger''': Commala-come-ko<br/>
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| − | Whatcha doin at my do'?<br/>
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| − | If you doan tell me now, my friend<br/>
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| − | I'll lay ya on de flo'.<br/>
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| − | '''Chor''': Commala-come fo'!<br/>
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| − | I can lay ya low!<br/>
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| − | The things i done to such as you<br/>
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| − | You never want to know.<br/>
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| − | |'''Vorsänger''': Commala-komm-kier<br>
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| − | Was machst du an meiner Tür?<br>
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| − | Wenn du's mir nicht gleich sagst, Freundchen<br>
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| − | Werf ich dich auf alle vier'<br>
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| − | '''Chor''': Commala-komm-kier!<br>
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| − | Ich leg dich flach gleich hier!<br>
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| − | Die Dinge, die mit Deinesgleichen ich gemacht<br>
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| − | erfrag sie nicht von mir.
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| − | |<tt>'''Vorsänger'''</tt>: Commala-gin-jive<br/>
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| − | Ain't it grand to be alive?<br/>
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| − | To look out on Discordia<br/>
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| − | When the Demon Moon arrives.<br/>
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| − | <tt>'''Chor'''</tt>: Commala-come-five!<br/>
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| − | Even when the shadows rise!<br/>
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| − | To see the world and walk the world<br/>
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| − | Makes ya glad to be alive.<br/>
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| − | |<tt>'''Vorsänger'''</tt>: Commala-mox-nix!<br/>
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| − | You're in a nasty fix!<br/>
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| − | To take the hand in a traitor's glove<br/>
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| − | Is to grasp a shef of sticks!<br/>
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| − | <tt>'''Chor'''</tt>: Commala-come-six!<br/>
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| − | Nothing there but thorns and sticks!<br/>
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| − | When you find your hand in a traitor's glove<br/>
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| − | You're in a nasty fix<br/>
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| − | |<tt>'''Vorsänger'''</tt>: Commala-loaf-leaven!<br/>
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| − | They go to hell or up to heaven!<br/>
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| − | When the guns are shot and the fire's hot,<br/>
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| − | You got to poke em in the oven<br/>
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| − | <tt>'''Chor'''</tt>: Commala-come-seven!<br/>
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| − | Salt and yow' for leaven<br/>
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| − | Heat em up and knock em down<br/>
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| − | And poke em in the oven<br/>
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| − | |<tt>'''Vorsänger'''</tt>: Commala-ka-kate<br/>
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| − | you're in the hands of fate.<br/>
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| − | no matter you're real or not<br/>
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| − | the hour groweth late.<br/>
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| − | <tt>'''Chor'''</tt>: Commala-come-eight!<br/>
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| − | The hour groweth late!<br/>
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| − | No matt what the shade ya cast<br/>
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| − | You're in the hands of fate.<br/>
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| − | |<tt>'''Vorsänger'''</tt>: Commala-me-mine<br/>
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| − | You have to walk the line.<br/>
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| − | When you finally get the thing you need<br/>
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| − | It makes you feel so fine.<br/>
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| − | <tt>'''Chor'''</tt>: Commala-come-nine!<br/>
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| − | It makes ya feel fine!<br/>
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| − | But if you'd have the thing you need<br/>
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| − | You have to walk the line.<br/>
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| − | |<tt>'''Vorsänger'''</tt>: Commala-come-ken<br/>
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| − | It's the other one again.<br/>
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| − | You may know her name and face<br/>
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| − | But that don't make her your friend<br/>
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| − | <tt>'''Chor'''</tt>: Commala-come-ten!<br/>
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| − | She is not your friend!<br/>
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| − | If you let her get too close<br/>
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| − | She'll cut you up again.<br/>
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| − | |<tt>'''Vorsänger'''</tt>: Commala-come-call<br/>
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| − | We hail the one who made us all,<br/>
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| − | who made the men and made the maids,<br/>
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| − | Who made the great and small.<br/>
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| − | <tt>'''Chor'''</tt>: Commala-come-call!<br/>
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| − | He made the great and small!<br/>
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| − | And yet how great the hand of fate<br/>
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| − | That rules us one and all.<br/>
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| − | |<tt>'''Vorsänger'''</tt>: Commala-come-ki.<br/>
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| − | There's a time to live and one to die.<br/>
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| − | With your back agasint the final wall<br/>
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| − | Ya gotta let the bullets fly.<br/>
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| − | <tt>'''Chor'''</tt>: Commala-come ki!<br/>
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| − | Let the bullets fly!<br/>
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| − | Don't 'ee mourn for me, my lads<br/>
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| − | When it comes my day to die.<br/>
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| − | |<tt>'''Vorsänger'''</tt>: Commala-come-kass!<br/>
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| − | The child has come at last!<br/>
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| − | Sing your song, O sing it well,<br/>
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| − | The child has come to pass.<br/>
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| − | <tt>'''Chor'''</tt>: Commala-come-kass,<br/>
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| − | The worst has come to pass.<br/>
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| − | The Tower trembles on its ground;<br/>
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| − | The child has come at last<br/>
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| − | |<center>Commala-come-come,<br/>
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| − | The Battle's Now Begun!<br/>
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| − | And all the foes of men and rose<br/>
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| − | Rise with the setting sun.</center>''
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