Die dunklen Büsche duften schwer,
Es wiegt der Wind in den Platanen
Die bunten Lampen hin und her,
Vom Dache rauschen rote Fahnen.
Juchhe! nun lodert alle Lust
Empor in grellen Flammen.
Nun brennt in deiner schönen Brust
Das Schloß der Liebe zusammen.
Juchhe! Nun bin ich zum letztenmal
An deiner heißen Seite
Und gebe durch den hellen Saal
Dir lachend das Geleite.
Und morgen ist der Rausch verloht
Und die Walzer sind verklungen,
Und unsre schöne Liebe ist tot
Und unsere Märchen versungen.
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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 or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "La festa", copyright © 2023, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "The celebration", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "La fête", copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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[Administrator] , Sharon Krebs
[Guest Editor] This text was added to the website: 2009-05-14
Line count: 16
Word count: 84
The dark bushes give forth their scent heavily,
In the plane trees the wind sways
The colourful lamps back and forth,
From the rooftop red flags rustle.
Hooray! now all joy flares
Up in lurid flames.
Now within your lovely breast
The entire castle of love burns.
Hooray! now for the last time
I am at your fervent side
And through the bright hall
I laughingly escort you.
And tomorrow the rush shall have died away
And the sound of the waltzes faded,
And our beautiful love shall be dead
And our fairy-tales sung out.