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Linde durch die Linde, Weh'n die Abendlüfte, Weh'n mir in die Kammer, Liederklang und Düfte. Düfte von der Linde, Lieder vom Geliebten Die seit manchem Abend Mich gar sehr betrübten! Vor dem Thore draußen, Warum stehst Du wieder? Muß ja weinen, weinen, Hör' ich Deine Lieder! Weinen, weil die Mutter, Mir das Fenster wehret, Und so schöne Mondnacht Nicht mehr wiederkehret. Singe nicht von Liebe, Singe nicht von Freude; Stimme trüb die Saiten, Sing' von meinem Leide! Singe, Freund, die Mutter Schmeichelnd mir in Schlummer; Oder sieh mich sterben, Ach, vor Liebeskummer!
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View text with all available footnotesConfirmed with "Eine Novelle aus Kleinrußland", Allgemeine Theaterzeitung, Originalblatt für Kunst, Literatur, Musik, Mode und geselliges Leben, No. 67 (Wien, Donnerstag den 19. März 1846).
Text Authorship:
- by Siegfried Kapper (1821 - 1879), no title, appears in Eine Novelle aus Kleinrußland [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- a text in Russian (Русский) by P. Kulesch [text unavailable]
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Gently through the linden tree The evening breezes blow, Blow into my chamber The sound of songs, and scents. Scents from the linden tree, Songs from my beloved, Which for many an evening already Have saddened me greatly! There outside the gate, Why are you standing again? For I have to weep, weep, When I hear your songs! Weep, because my mother Keeps me from the window, And such a beautiful moonlit night Shall not come again. Do not sing of love, Do not sing of joy; Tune your strings sadly, Sing of my sorrow! Sing, beloved, beguilingly My mother into slumber; Or see me die, Ah, for the sorrow of love!
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"Linde durch die Linde" = "Gently through the linden tree"
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Siegfried Kapper (1821 - 1879), no title, appears in Eine Novelle aus Kleinrußland
Based on:
- a text in Russian (Русский) by P. Kulesch [text unavailable]
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This text was added to the website: 2016-01-11
Line count: 24
Word count: 118