Wieso?Orcinus Orca hat geschrieben:Da hast du Recht. Ein perfekt formulierten Satz gibt es nicht, aber man kann versuchen das Risiko eines Misverständnisses zu minimieren.
Kleiner Tipp: Sage das, was du hier geschrieben hast, niemals in der Gegenwart eines Sprachwissenschaftlers...
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Wah. Der GoW2 Trailer ist einfach nur genial. Ich bekomm da jedes mal Gänsehaut...Auch wenn mich das SPiel an sich nicht so wirklich interessiert 
€: Ah, hab sogar die Lyrik gefunden:
Alan Seeger. 1888–1916
"I Have a Rendezvous with Death"
I HAVE a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air—
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath—
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.
God knows 'twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear...
But I've a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.
€: Ah, hab sogar die Lyrik gefunden:
Alan Seeger. 1888–1916
"I Have a Rendezvous with Death"
I HAVE a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air—
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath—
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.
God knows 'twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear...
But I've a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.
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