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Fern im Süd das schöne Spanien

Language: German (Deutsch)

Fern im Süd das schöne Spanien,
Spanien ist mein Heimatland,
Wo die schattigen Kastanien
Rauschen an des Ebro Strand,
Wo die Mandeln rötlich blühen,
Wo die süße Traube winkt
Und die Rosen schöner glühen
Und das Mondlich gold'ner blinkt.

Lang schon wandr' ich mit der Laute
Traurig hier von Haus zu Haus,
Doch kein helles Auge schaute
Freundlich noch nach mir heraus.
Spärlich reicht man mir die Gaben,
Mürrisch heißet man mich gehn;
Ach den armen braunen Knaben
Will kein einziger verstehn.

Dieser Nebel drückt mich nieder,
Der die Sonne mir entfernt,
Und die alten lust'gen Lieder
Hab ich alle schon verlernt.
Ach, in alle Melodien
Schleicht der eine Klang sich ein:
In die Heimat möcht ich ziehen,
In das Land voll Sonnenschein!

Als beim letzten Erntefeste
Man den großen Reigen hielt,
Hab ich jüngst das allerbeste
Meiner Lieder aufgespielt.
Doch, wie sich die Paare schwangen
In der Abendsonne Gold,
Sind auf meine dunkeln Wangen
Heiße Tränen hingerollt.

Ach, ich dachte bei dem Tanze
An des Vaterlandes Lust,
Wo im duft'gen Mondenglanze
Freier atmet jede Brust,
Wo sich bei der Zither Tönen
Jeder Fuß beflügelt schwingt
Und der Knabe mit der Schönen
Glühend den Fandango schlingt.

Nein! des Herzens sehnend Schlagen
Länger halt ich's nicht zurück;
Will ja jeder Lust entsagen,
Laßt mir nur der Heimat Glück!
Fort zum Süden, fort nach Spanien!
In das Land voll Sonnenschein!
Unterm Schatten der Kastanien
Muß ich einst begraben sein!


Translation(s): ENG

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alternate title: "Der Zigeunerbube im Norden"

Submitted by Emily Ezust

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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • ENG English (Anja Bunzel) , title 1: "The Spanish zither player", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Text added to the website: 2007-09-30.
Last modified: 2014-07-25 17:13:56
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Word count: 237

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The Spanish zither player

Language: English after the German (Deutsch)

The beautiful Spain is in the remote South,
Spain is my home country,
Where the chestnuts give you shade
At the banks of the river Ebro,
Where the almond blossoms are red,
Where there are sweet grapes
And where the roses are more beautiful
And where the moonlight is brighter.

Sadly, I have been wandering with the lute 
For a long time from house to house,
But not a single bright and friendly eye
Greeted me from these houses.
Tightly, they give me presents,
Moaning people ask me to leave;
Ach nobody understands 
The poor dark-skinned boy.

This bad mood suppresses me,
The sun has disappeared,
I have forgotten all
These happy songs.
Ach, the same longing sound
Has entered all my melodies:
I want to go home,
To the land full of sunshine. 

When, recently at the Thanksgiving,
Songs were performed in a big circle,
I played the best song
Of my Lieder.
But, even though the couples were dancing
In the golden evening sun,
Hot tears ran down
My dark cheeks.

Ach, during the dance
I thought of my home country,
Where every chest breathes freely
In the filmy moon shine.
Where every foot moves freely
Accompanied by the zither,
And where the young man dances
The Fandango with the beautiful woman.

No! I cannot stand the
Longing beats of heart any longer;
I want to efface any desire,
Please let me be happy in my home!
Let me go down South to Spain!
To the country full of sunshine!
I must be buried 
Under the shady chestnut trees!


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Based on
  • a text in German (Deutsch) by Emanuel von Geibel (1815 - 1884), "Der Zigeunerknabe"
      • This text was set to music by the following composer(s): Karel Hodytz, Oscar Junghähnel, Hugo Kahn, August Kiel, Johanna Kinkel, Carl Krebs, Eduard Lassen, Justus Amadeus Lecerf, Carl Ludvig Lithander, J. Petersen [not John Petersen], Karl Gottlieb Reissiger, Elise Schmezer, Karl Schröder, Fr. Conr. Schwiening, Friedrich Hieronymus Truhn, Otto Werner, Simon Anton Zimmermann. Go to the text.

 

Text added to the website: 2014-07-25.
Last modified: 2014-07-25 17:15:05
Line count: 48
Word count: 261