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Schlimme Geschichte

Language: German (Deutsch)

Mußt 's auch grad so dunkel sein
An der Weißdornhecke!
War nicht Mond- nicht [Sternenschein]1,
Stand der Liebste ganz allein
Wartend an der Ecke.

Rothe Rosen in der Hand,
Kam ich still gegangen,
Griff mich ein's am Schürzenband --
Eh' ich noch ein Wörtchen fand,
War ich schon gefangen.

Knurrend lag ein wildes Thier
Auf den Treppenstufen,
Schloß der Liebste schnell die Thür,
Schob auch noch den Riegel für --
Sollt ich etwa rufen?


Translation(s): ENG FRE

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Confirmed with Gedichte von Anna Ritter, Leipzig: Verlag von A.G. Liebeskind, 1898, page 13

1 Reger: "Sonnenschein"

Submitted by Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor]

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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):

  • ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Dire story", copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Terrible histoire", copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Text added to the website: 2011-07-06.
Last modified: 2018-02-15 01:20:26
Line count: 15
Word count: 72

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Terrible histoire

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

Fallait-il aussi qu'il fît si noir
Près de la haie d'aubépine !
Il n'y avait pas de lune, pas [d'étoiles]¹,
Le bien-aimé tout seul
Attendait au coin.

Une rose rouge à la main
Je suis arrivée en silence
On me saisit par le cordon du tablier.
Avant de trouver le moindre mot
J'étais déjà capturée.

Il y avait un animal sauvage
Sur les marches d'escalier
Il ferma vite la porte de la bien-aimée,
Tira même aussi le verrou.
Aurais-je dû appeler ?


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Text added to the website: 2018-04-08.
Last modified: 2018-04-08 10:10:39
Line count: 15
Word count: 82