Der Müllerin Nachbar
Language: German (Deutsch)
Die Mühle, die dreht ihre Flügel,
Der Wind, der sauset darin:
Ich wollte, ich wäre der Müller,
Von wegen der Müllerin.
Der Müller ist gestorben,
Gott schenk ihm die ewige Ruh!
Ich wollte, es holte der Henker
Den Flegel von Knecht noch dazu.
Am Sonntag in der Kirche,
Da glaubt ich, sie schiele nach mir;
Sie schielte an mir nur vorüber,
Der Knecht, der stand an der Tür.
Und als es ging zum Tanze,
Da kam sie eben mir recht,
Sie grüßte mich freundlich und fragte –
Und fragte mich gar nach dem Knecht.
Der Knecht, der Knecht! – Ich wollte...
Mir kocht in den Adern das Blut –
Ich wollte an ihm mich rächen,
Ich wollte, ich hätte den Mut.
Ich wollte... Nun, was weiß ich?
Ich weiß nicht, wo ich bin. –
Die Mühle, die dreht ihre Flügel,
Der Wind, der sauset darin.
Translation(s): ENG FRE
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable): - ENG English (Anja Bunzel) , "The mill-maid’s neighbour", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Le voisin de la meunière", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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The mill‑maid’s neighbour
Language: English after the German (Deutsch)
The wind mill turns its blades,
The wind, it roars within.
I wish I was the miller,
As regards the mill-maid.
The miller has died,
May he rest in peace.
I wish the deaths man took
The servant as well.
On Sunday, in the church,
I thought she glanced at me.
But she overlooked me,
The servant was at the door.
And when the dance opened,
I luckily bumped into her.
She greeted me friendly and asked
And asked about the servant.
The servant, the servant, I want to,
The blood is boiling in my veins,
I want to get back at him,
I wish I had the courage.
I do not know what I want,
I do not know where I am.
The mill turns its blades,
The wind, it roars within.
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