Einmal waren da sieben Männer an einem Ort zusammen,
Man sieht sie, wie sie ihre Waffen in die Löwen rammen,
Doch nun komme ich zum Zum Anfang – wie es dazu kam.

Die Männer aus verschiedenen Ländern schlossen eine Wette,
Geschrieben mit einer Feder und sieben Siegeln auf einem Blatte,
Den Gewinn bekommt der, der als letztes steht oder die Löwen tötet.

Aber einfach wird es schon nicht werden – wie ihr wisst sind Löwen nicht zahm.
So reiten sie und laufen zusammen dort hin wo die Löwen sind,
Ohne zu zögern und mit klarem Verstand – beim Kampf ist man besser geschwind.

Ob schnell der Reiter und langsam der zu Fuß, gewinnen muss nicht der, der reitet.

Unvorbereitet zieht nun einer seinen Dolch voll von Schrecken,
Er konnte zwei starke Löwen nicht weit von ihnen entdecken.
Ringend nun mit einem Löwen, versucht ihn zu töten, ist aber zu langsam.

Mutig stürzen sich die anderen auf die beiden Löwen – tot war er schon,
Rücksichtslos stürzen sie über den Armen – schade um seinen kleinen Sohn.
Reue hat nun keinen Platz, denn ein jeder kämpft um sein Leben.

Am Anfang sind wir nun wieder – wie sie auf die Löwen einstechen, der Tote einsam.
Nach einem schlimmen Kampf sind die Löwen am Boden wie der Vater des Kind’s.

Traurig seine Frau und der Sohn.

Erstellt im Bezug auf das Bild “Löwenjagd” von Peter Paul Rubens.


Lion hunt

Once there were seven men together in one place,
You can see them ramming their weapons into the lions,
But now I come to the beginning – how it came about.

The men from different countries made a bet,
Written with a feather and seven seals on a sheet of paper,
The winner is the one who stands last or kills the lions.

But it will not be easy – as you know, lions are not tame.
So they ride and run together to where the lions are,
Without hesitation and with a clear mind – in battle it is better to be fast.
Whether the rider is fast and the one on foot is slow, the one who rides does not have to win.

Unprepared one now draws his dagger full of terror,
He could spot two strong lions not far from them.
Now wrestling with a lion, he tries to kill it, but is too slow.

Bravely the others pounced on the two lions – he was already dead,
Ruthlessly they fall over the poor – a pity for his little son.
There is no room for remorse now, because everyone is fighting for his life.

At the beginning we are now again – how they stab the lions, the dead one lonely.
After a terrible fight the lions are on the ground like the father of the child.

Sad his wife and the son.

Created in relation to the picture “Löwenjagd” (Lion hunt) made by Peter Paul Rubens.


The different colors actually were a trial to make the different “narrators” or roles visible.

But right now I have no energy to analyze and remember it. I also (in the paper written version) had some special meanings or hidden messages. I actually found that paper just a few days ago. So maybe with it I will describe the full thing again. I actually made this as part of an art project for art class, while I also were drawing this picture (but I just layed paper over it and draw the lines based on the original in the background). ^^ So yeah…

The colors also represent different phases and were probably meant as hints. And the story is about way more than just the picture, as you might be able to tell.

I actually found a lot of other things I drew for school. Maybe I will make a few photos or scan them (depending on the size). But that would be for another day, some day maybe.


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