National Anthems

The people of Deutsch-Zerne have known several national anthems. In the Hapsburg and Austro-Hungarian Empires, the Kaiserlied (Emperor Song) was the official national anthem from 1797 until the end of World War I in 1918. Originally titled, Gott erhalte Franz den Kaiser (God Save the Emperor Franz), it was composed by Franz Josef Haydn to text written by Lorenz Leopold Haschka. It is believed that Haydn's composition was inspired by the British national anthem, God Save the King (or Queen) (the tune known to Americans as My Country 'Tis of Thee), and that the melody may have been adapted from Jutro rano, a traditional love song of the Burgenland Croats, or Zalostna Zarucnice (The Sad Bride), an original Croatian folk tune. These are the original German lyrics: (Emperor Song) was the official national anthem from 1797 until the end of World War I in 1918. Originally titled, Gott erhalte Franz den Kaiser (God Save the Emperor Franz), it was composed by Franz Josef Haydn to text written by Lorenz Leopold Haschka. It is believed that Haydn's composition was inspired by the British national anthem, God Save the King (or Queen) (the tune known to Americans as My Country 'Tis of Thee), and that the melody may have been adapted from Jutro rano, a traditional love song of the Burgenland Croats, or Zalostna Zarucnice (The Sad Bride), an original Croatian folk tune. These are the original German lyrics:
Gott erhalte Franz den Kaiser, Unsern guten Kaiser Franz, Hoch als Herrscher, hoch als Weiser, Steht er in des Ruhmes Glanz; Liebe windet Lorbeerreiser Ihm zum ewig grünen Kranz. Gott erhalte Franz den Kaiser, Unsern guten Kaiser Franz! Gott erhalte Franz den Kaiser, Unsern guten Kaiser Franz! Über blühende Gefilde Reicht sein Scepter weit und breit; Säulen seines Throns sind milde, Biedersinn und Redlichkeit, Und von seinem Wappenschilde Strahlet die Gerechtigkeit. Gott erhalte unsern Kaiser, Unsern guten Kaiser Franz! Gott erhalte unsern Kaiser, Unsern guten Kaiser Franz!	Sich mit Tugenden zu schmücken, Achtet er der Sorgen werth, Nicht um Völker zu erdrücken Flammt in seiner Hand das Schwert: Sie zu segnen, zu beglücken, Ist der Preis, den er begehrt, Gott erhalte unsern Kaiser, Unsern guten Kaiser Franz! Gott erhalte unsern Kaiser, Unsern guten Kaiser Franz! Er zerbrach der Knechtschaft Bande, Hob zur Freiheit uns empor! Früh' erleb' er deutscher Lande, Deutscher Völker höchsten Flor, Und vernehme noch am Rande Später Gruft der Enkel Chor: Gott erhalte unsern Kaiser, Unsern guten Kaiser Franz! Gott erhalte unsern Kaiser, Unsern guten Kaiser Franz!
After the death of Kaiser Franz II in 1835, Die Kaiserhymne was changed to the following German text by Freyherr von Zedlitz:
Segen Öst'reichs hohem Sohne, Unserm Kaiser Ferdinand! Gott von Deinem Wolkenthrone Blick' erhörend auf dies Land! Laß Ihn, auf des Lebens Höhen Hingestellt von Deiner Hand, Glücklich und beglückend stehen, Schütze unsern Ferdinand! Glücklich und beglückend stehen, Schütze unsern Ferdinand! Alle Deine Gaben spende Gnädig Ihm und Seinem Haus'; Alle deine Engel sende, Herr, auf Seinen Wegen aus! Gib, daß Recht und Licht und Wahrheit, Wie sie Ihm im Herzen glüh'n, Lang' in reiner, ew'ger Klarheit Noch zu unserm Heile blüh'n! Lang' in reiner, ew'ger Klarheit Noch zu unserm Heile blüh'n!	Palmen laß Sein Haupt umkränzen, Scheuche Krieg und Zwietracht fort; Laß' Ihn hoch und herrlich glänzen, Als des Friedens Schirm und Hort! Laß' Ihn, wenn Gewitter grauen, Wie ein Sternbild hingestellt, Tröstend Licht hernieder thauen, In die sturmbewegte Welt! Tröstend Licht hernieder thauen, In die sturmbewegte Welt! Holde Ruh' und Eintracht walte, Wo er sanft das Scepter schwingt; Seines Volkes Liebe halte Freudig Seinen Thron umringt; Unaufhörlich festgeschlungen Bleibe ewig dieses Band! Rufet "Heil" mit tausend Zungen, "Heil dem milden Ferdinand!" Rufet "Heil" mit tausend Zungen, "Heil dem milden Ferdinand!"
Johann Gabriel Seidl composed new text in 1854. Used until 1918, the Volkshymne des Kaisertums Österreich (National Anthem of the Austrian Kaisers) is perhaps the best-known version for many Deutsch-Zerne descendants:
1. Gott erhalte, Gott beschütze Unsern Kaiser, unser Land! Mächtig durch des Glaubens Stütze, Führt er uns mit weiser Hand! Laßt uns seiner Väter Krone Schirmen wider jeden Feind! Innig bleibt mit Habsburgs Throne Österreichs Geschick vereint! 2. Fromm und bieder, wahr und offen Laßt für Recht und Pflicht uns stehn; Laßt, wenns gilt, mit frohem Hoffen Mutvoll in den Kampf uns gehn Eingedenk der Lorbeerreiser Die das Heer so oft sich wand Gut und Blut für unsern Kaiser, Gut und Blut fürs Vaterland!	3. Was der Bürger Fleiß geschaffen Schütze treu des Kaisers Kraft; Mit des Geistes heitren Waffen Siege Kunst und Wissenschaft! Segen sei dem Land beschieden Und sein Ruhm dem Segen gleich; Gottes Sonne strahl' in Frieden Auf ein glücklich Österreich! 4. Laßt uns fest zusammenhalten, In der Eintracht liegt die Macht; Mit vereinter Kräfte Walten Wird das Schwere leicht vollbracht, Laßt uns Eins durch Brüderbande Gleichem Ziel entgegengehn Heil dem Kaiser, Heil dem Lande, Österreich wird ewig stehn!
English (first two verses only):
1. May God protect, may God preserve Our Emperor, our land! Powerful through the support of the faith, he guides us with his wise hand. Let us defend the crown of His fathers against any enemy: always the fate of Austria remains bound with the Habsburg throne. 2. Let's keep strongly together, in the unity stays the power, with united strengths, even the worst can be easily overcome. Let us as in "a band of brothers" aim for a common target. Hail for the Emperor, hail for the Land, Austria will stay forever!
Haydn's theme continues to serve as the melody for the German national anthem, Bundshymne (Federal Hymn), as well as the Christian hymn, Glorious Things Of Thee Are Spoken, with text written by John Newton, author of Amazing Grace. The Hungarian national song, Isten áldd meg a magyart (God Bless the Hungarians), also known as the Himnusz, a Magyar nép Zivataros Századaiból (Hymn, on Hungary's Stormy Past), was written by the poet Ferenc Kölcsey in 1823 with music composed by Ferenc Erkel. Adopted by Hungary in 1844, it remains Hungary's national anthem:
Hungarian:
Isten, áldd meg a magyart Jó kedvvel, bõséggel, Nyújts feléje védõ kart, Ha küzd ellenséggel; Bal sors akit régen tép, Hozz rá víg esztendõt, Megbünhödte már e nép A multat s jövendõt! Õseinket felhozád Kárpát szent bércére, Általad nyert szép hazát Bendegúznak vére. S merre zúgnak habjai Tiszának, Dunának, Árpád hõs magzatjai Felvirágozának. Értünk Kunság mezein Ért kalászt lengettél, Tokaj szõlõvesszein Nektárt csepegtettél. Zászlónk gyakran plántálád Vad török sáncára, S nyögte Mátyás bús hadát Bécsnek büszke vára. Hajh, de bûneink miatt Gyúlt harag kebledben, S elsújtád villámidat Dörgõ fellegedben, Most rabló mongol nyilát Zúgattad felettünk, Majd töröktõl rabigát Vállainkra vettünk.	Hányszor zengett ajkain Ozman vad népének Vert hadunk csonthalmain Gyõzedelmi ének! Hányszor támadt tenfiad, Szép hazám, kebledre, S lettél magzatod miatt Magzatod hamvvedre! Bújt az üldözött s felé Kard nyúl barlangjában, Szerte nézett, s nem lelé Honját a hazában. Bércre hág, és völgybe száll, Bú s kétség mellette, Vérözön lábainál, S lángtenger felette. Vár állott, most kõhalom; Kedv s öröm röpkedtek, Halálhörgés, siralom Zajlik már helyettek. S ah, szabadság nem virúl A holtnak vérébõl, Kínzó rabság könnye hull Árvánk hõ szemébõl! Szánd meg, isten, a magyart, Kit vészek hányának, Nyújts feléje védõ kart Tengerén kínjának. Bal sors akit régen tép, Hozz rá víg esztendõt, Megbünhödte már e nép A multat s jövendõt!
English (Translated by William N. Loew, 1881):
O, my God, the Magyar bless With Thy plenty and good cheer! With Thine aid his just cause press, Where his foes to fight appear. Fate, who for so long did'st frown, Bring him happy times and ways; Atoning sorrow hath weighed down Sins of past and future days. By Thy help our fathers gained Kárpát's proud and sacred height; Here by Thee a home obtained Heirs of Bendegúz, the knight. Where'er Danube's waters flow And the streams of Tisza swell Árpád's children, Thou dost know, Flourished and did prosper well. For us let the golden grain Grow upon the fields of Kún, And let Nectar's silver rain Ripen grapes of Tokay soon. Thou our flags hast planted o'er Forts where once wild Turks held sway; Proud Vienna suffered sore From King Mátyás' dark array. But, alas, for our misdeed, Anger rose within Thy breast, And Thy lightnings Thou did'st speed From Thy thundering sky with zest. Now the Mongol arrow flew Over our devoted heads; Or the Turkish yoke we knew, Which a free-born nation dreads.	O, how often has the voice Sounded of wild Osman's hordes, When in songs they did rejoice O'er our heroes' captured swords! Yea, how often rose Thy sons, My fair land, upon Thy sod, And Thou gavest to these sons, Tombs within the breast they trod! Though in caves pursued he lie, Even then he fears attacks. Coming forth the land to spy, Even a home he finds he lacks. Mountain, vale - go where he would, Grief and sorrow all the same - Underneath a sea of blood, While above a sea of flame. Neath the fort, a ruin now, Joy and pleasure erst were found, Only groans and sighs, I trow, In its limits now abound. But no freedom's flowers return From the spilt blood of the dead, And the tears of slavery burn, Which the eyes of orphans shed. Pity, God, the Magyar, then, Long by waves of danger tossed; Help him by Thy strong hand when He on grief's sea may be lost. Fate, who for so long did'st frown, Bring him happy times and ways; Atoning sorrow hath weighed down All the sins of all his days.
The present official national anthem of Serbia and Montenegro is Hej Sloveni (Hey Slavs), which dates from the communist regime in 1945: (Hey Slavs), which dates from the communist regime in 1945:
Serbian:
Hej Sloveni, jošte živi duh vaših dedova. Dok za narod srce bije njihovih sinova. Živi, živi duh slovenski živjeće vjekov'ma. Zalud preti ponor pakla, zalud vatra groma.	Nek se sada i nad nama burom sve raznese. Stena puca, dub se lama zemlja nek se trese. Mi stojimo postojano kano klisurine. Proklet bio izdajica svoje domovine.
English:
Hey Slavs! our grandfathers' word still lives, As long as their sons' heart beats for the people. It lives, the spirit of Slavs lives, it will live for centuries, The abyss of hell threatens in vain, the fire of thunder is in vain. Now let everything above us be carried away by the bura. The rock cracks, the oak breaks, let the ground shake. We stand steadfastly like cliffs; Let the traitor of his homeland be damned!
Finally, it has been proposed that the Serbia and Montenegro national anthem be restored to Boze pravde (God of Justice), a song that was adopted by Serbia in 1904 and is still in general use: (God of Justice), a song that was adopted by Serbia in 1904 and is still in general use:
Serbian:
Boze pravde, Ti sto spase, od propasti do sad nas, cuj i od sad nase glase i od sad nam budi spas. Mocnom rukom vodi, brani, buducnosti srpske brod, Boze spasi, Boze hrani, srpskog Kralja, srpski rod. Slozi srpsku bracu dragu, na svak dican slavan rad, sloga bice poraz vragu, a najjaci Srpstvu grad. Nek na Srpstvo blista grani, bratske sloge zlatan plod, Boze spasi, Boze hrani, srpskog Kralja, srpski rod.	Nek na srpsko vedro celo, Tvog ne padne gnjeva grom, Blagoslovi Srbu selo, polje, njivu, grad i dom. Kad nastupe borbe dani, k pobedi mu vodi hod, Boze spasi, Boze hrani, srpskog Kralja, srpski rod. Iz mracnoga sinu groba, srpske Krune novi sjaj, nastalo je novo doba, novu srecu Boze daj. Kraljevinu srpsku brani, petvekovne borbe plod, srpskog Kralja Boze hrani, moli Ti se srpski rod.
English:
God of Justice; Thou who saved us when in deepest bondage cast, Hear Thy Serbian children’s voices, Be our help as in the past. With Thy mighty hand sustain us, Still our rugged pathway trace; God, our hope; protect and cherish Serbian crown and Serbian race! Bind in closest links our kindred Teach the love that will not fail, May the loathed fiend of discord Never in our ranks prevail. Let the golden fruits of union Our young tree of freedom grace; God, our Master! guide and prosper Serbian crown and Serbian race.	Lord! Avert from us Thy vengeance, Thunder of Thy dreaded ire; Bless each Serbian town and hamlet, Mountain, meadow, heart and spire. When our host goes forth to battle Death or victory to embrace- God of armies! be our leader Strengthen then the Serbian race. On our sepulchre of ages Breaks the resurrection morn, From the slough of direst slavery Serbia anew is born. Through five hundred years of durance We have knelt before Thy face, All our kin, O God! deliver, Thus entreats the Serbian race.

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