by
Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962)
Valse brillante
Language: German (Deutsch)
Available translation(s): ENG FRE
Ein Tanz von Chopin lärmt im Saal,
Ein wilder, zügelloser Tanz.
Die Fenster leuchten wetterfahl,
Den Flügel ziert ein welker Kranz.
Den Flügel du, die Geige ich,
So spielen wir und enden nicht
Und warten angstvoll, du und ich,
Wer wohl zuerst den Zauber bricht.
Wer wohl zuerst einhält im Takt
Und von sich weg die Lichter schiebt,
Und wer zuerst die Frage sagt,
Auf die es keine Antwort gibt.
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Confirmed with Hermann Hesse, Sämtliche Werke, herausgegeben von Volker Michels, Band 10 Die Gedichte, bearbeitet von Peter Huber, Frankfurt am Main: Suhrkamp Verlag, 2002, pages 66-67.
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- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Valse brillante", copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Valse brillante", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Valse brillante
Language: French (Français)  after the German (Deutsch)
On joue une danse de Chopin dans la salle,
Une danse sauvage, débridée,
De pâles éclairs embrasent la fenêtre,
Une couronne fanée orne le piano.
Toi le piano, moi le violon,
Nous jouons et ne nous arrêtons pas,
Et anxieux nous attendons, toi et moi,
Qui pourrait bien le premier briser le charme.
Qui le premier s'arrêtera en cadence
Et s'écartera de la lumière,
Et qui le premier posera la question
À laquelle on ne donne pas de réponse.
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