Abschied für immer
Language: German (Deutsch)
Heute marschieren wir,
Morgen marschieren wir
Zu dem hohen Tor hinaus,
Ei, du wacker schwarzbraun Mägdlein,
Unsre Lieb' ist noch nicht aus.
Reist du schon fort?
Reist du denn schon fort?
Kommst du niemals wieder heim?
Und wenn du kommst in ein fremdes Ländchen,
Liebster Schatz, vergiß mein nicht.
Trink du ein Gläschen Wein,
Zur Gesundheit mein und dein,
Kauf mir einen Strauß am Hut,
Nimm mein Tüchlein in die Tasche,
Deine Tränlein mit abwasch.
Es kommt die Lerche,
Es kommt der Storch,
Es kommt die Sonne ans Firmament.
In das Kloster will ich gehn,
Weil ich mein Schätzchen nicht mehr tu' sehen,
Weil nicht wiederkommt mein Schatz!
Dorten sind zwei Turteltäubchen,
Sitzen auf dem dürren Ast.
Wo sich zwei Verliebte scheiden,
Da verwelket Laub und Gras.
Was batt mich ein schöner Garten,
Wenn ich nichts darinnen hab'?
Was batt mich die schönste Rose,
Wenn ich sie nicht brechen soll?
Was batt mich ein jung' frisch' Leben,
Wenn ich's nicht der Lieb' ergeb'?"
Confirmed with L. Achim v. Arnim, Clemens Brentano, Des Knaben Wunderhorn. Alte deutsche Lieder, Heidelberg: beÿ Mohr u. Zimmer, Frankfurt beÿ J.C.B. Mohr, 1806, pages 349-350.
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- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Farewell for always", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Farewell for always
Language: English after the German (Deutsch)
Today we shall march,
Tomorrow we shall march
Out by the high gate,
Oh you valiant black-brown maiden,
Our love is not yet over.
Are you already riding off?
Are you really already riding off?
Shall you nevermore come home?
And when you come into a foreign land,
Dearest beloved, do not forget me.
Drink a glass of wine
To your and my good health!
Buy me a posy for my hat,
Put my handkerchief into your pocket,
Dry your tears therewith!
The lark comes,
The stork comes,
The sun rises upon the firmament.
I shall enter a convent
Because I no longer see my darling,
Because my darling is not returning!
There are two turtledoves,
[They] sit upon a desiccated branch.
When two lovers part,
Leaves and grass wither.
Of what use is a beautiful garden to me,
When I have nothing in it?
Of what use is the most beautiful rose to me,
When I am not allowed to pick it?
Of what use is a young fresh life to me
If I do not devote it to love?"
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