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Language: German (Deutsch)

Am Abend, wenn wir auf dunklen Pfaden gehn,
Erscheinen unsere bleichen Gestalten vor uns. 

Wenn uns dürstet,
Trinken wir die weißen Wasser des Teichs,
Die Süße unserer traurigen Kindheit. 

Erstorbene ruhen wir unterm Hollundergebüsch,
Schaun den grauen Möven zu. 

Frühlingsgewölke steigen über die finstere Stadt,
Die der Mönche edlere Zeiten schweigt. 

Da ich deine schmalen Hände nahm
Schlugst du leise die runden Augen auf,
Dieses ist lange her. 

Doch wenn dunkler Wohllaut die Seele heimsucht,
Erscheinst du Weiße in des Freundes herbstlicher Landschaft.

Translation(s): ENG FRE

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Submitted by Bertram Kottmann


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):

  • ENG English (Bertram Kottmann) , "Evening song", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Chant du soir", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Text added to the website: 2016-06-20.
Last modified: 2016-06-20 01:47:23
Line count: 14
Word count: 83

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Chant du soir

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

Le soir, quand nous allons sur d'obscurs sentiers,
Nos silhouettes blêmes apparaissent devant nous.

Lorsque nous avons soif
Nous buvons l'eau blanche de l'étang,
Douceur de notre triste enfance.

Disparus nous reposons sous le sureau,
Regardant les mouettes grises.

Des nuées de printemps montent au-dessus de la sombre ville
Qui dissimule les temps les plus nobles des moines.

Quand je pris ta petite main
Tu ouvris doucement tes yeux ronds,
Il y a bien longtemps de cela.

Pourtant lorsqu'une sombre harmonie envahit l'âme,
Tu apparais, blanche épiphanie dans le paysage automnal de l'ami.

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Based on
  • a text in German (Deutsch) by Georg Trakl (1887 - 1914), "Abendlied" ENG
      • This text was set to music by the following composer(s): Hans Uwe Strübing. Go to the text.


Text added to the website: 2017-09-27.
Last modified: 2017-09-27 04:48:38
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