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Das ist's, was mich ganz verstöret

Language: German (Deutsch)

Das ist's, was mich ganz verstöret:
Daß die Nacht nicht Ruhe hält,
Wenn zu atmen aufgehöret
Lange schon die müde Welt.
 
Daß die Glocken, die da schlagen,
Und im Wald der leise Wind
Jede Nacht von neuem klagen
Um mein liebes, süßes Kind.
 
Daß mein Herz nicht konnte brechen
Bei dem letzten Todeskuß,
Daß ich wie im Wahnsinn sprechen
Nun in irren Liedern muß.


Translation(s): ENG FRE

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Confirmed with Joseph Freiherrn von Eichendorff's sämtliche poetische Werke, dritte Auflage, Erster Band, Gedichte, C. F. Amelang's Verlag, Leipzig, 1883.


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 (Sharon Krebs) , no title, copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , title unknown, copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Text added to the website: 2012-04-04.
Last modified: 2014-12-14 22:43:05
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Voilà ce qui me bouleverse

Language: French (Français) after the German (Deutsch)

Voilà ce qui me bouleverse,
C'est que la nuit ne prend pas de repos
Quand a cessé de respirer
Depuis longtemps le monde épuisé.

C'est que les cloches qui sonnent
Comme le vent léger dans la forêt,
Chaque nuit déplorent la mort
De mon cher et tendre enfant.

C'est que mon cœur ne puisse oublier
Le dernier baiser de la mort
Que dans mon égarement je dois exprimer
Maintenant en des poèmes déments.


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Text added to the website: 2014-12-14.
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