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Black Roses

Language: English after the Swedish (Svenska)

Tell me, why are you so sad today?
You have always been so merry and gay!
Believe me, I am no more sad today
Than when you thought that I was merry and gay;
For sorrow has nightblack roses.

A tangle of roses grows thick round my heart
And stinging thorns make wounds that smart.
And roses and thorns spread night and day;
They have driven all joy and peace away,
For sorrow has nightblack roses!








Translation(s): GER

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Submitted by Emily Ezust [Administrator]

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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)


Text added to the website: 2003-11-24T00:00:00.
Last modified: 2016-06-24T20:59:02
Line count: 10
Word count: 76

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Schwarze Rosen

Language: German (Deutsch) after the English

Sag, warum bist du so traurig heut?
Du warst immer so voll Fröhlichkeit!
Ach, glaub' mir, ich bin gar nicht trauriger heut',
Als da du dachtest, ich sei voll Fröhlichkeit;
Denn Kummer hat nachtschwarze Rosen.

Im Herzen wächst mir ein Rosengerank,
Das quält mich immer und macht mich krank.
Das wächst und wuchert Tag und Nacht;
Es hat längst mich um Freuden und Ruhe gebracht,
Denn Kummer hat nachtschwarze Rosen!








Submitted by Emily Ezust [Administrator]

Authorship


Based on
Based on

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)


Text added to the website: 2003-11-24T00:00:00.
Last modified: 2016-06-24T20:59:33
Line count: 10
Word count: 70