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Es rauben Gedanken Den Schlaf mir, o Mutter, Kommen und wecken mich, Kommen und gehn! Trauergedanken Von Freudentagen; Aufdämmern die Plagen, Die Freuden versanken. Die Träume jagen Vorüber, o Mutter, Kommen und wecken mich, Kommen und gehn. Es wird mein Bette Dem Kampf zur Wiege, Dem bösen Kriege Zur friedlosen Stätte, Von Schatten ich liege Geängstet, o Mutter, Kommen und wecken mich, Kommen und gehn! Stets mir im Blicke Die Thränen beben, Beweinen mein Streben Nach falschem Glücke. Bald sterben, bald leben Meine Qualen, o Mutter, Kommen und wecken mich, Kommen und gehn! O Traum der Lust, Bei dessen Scheiden Erwacht das Leiden Der wunden Brust! Ins Leben schneiden Die Qualen, o Mutter, Kommen und wecken mich, Kommen und gehn!
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View text with all available footnotesConfirmed with Emanuel Geibel and Paul Heyse, Spanisches Liederbuch, Berlin: Verlag von Wilhelm Hertz (Bessersche Buchhandlung), 1852, pages 40-41.
Text Authorship:
- by Paul Heyse (1830 - 1914), no title, appears in Spanisches Liederbuch, in 2. Weltliche Lieder, no. 12 [author's text checked 2 times against a primary source]
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This text was added to the website: 2009-02-27
Line count: 36
Word count: 130
Thoughts rob me Of sleep, oh mother, They come and wake me, Come and go! Sorrowful thoughts Of joyful days; Afflictions arise, Joys sank away. Dreams hurtle Past, oh mother, They come and wake me, Come and go! My bed becomes A cradle for strife, For the evil war it becomes A place without peace. I lie there frightened By shadows, oh mother, They come and wake me, Come and go! Ever in my gaze Tears tremble, They weep over my striving After false happiness. My agonies, oh mother, Now die, now live, They come and wake me, Come and go! Oh dream of happiness, At its parting The suffering of My wounded bosom awakens! The agonies cut into Life, oh mother, They come and wake me, Come and go!
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View text with all available footnotesTranslations of title(s):
"Es rauben Gedanken" = "Thoughts rob"
"Es rauben Gedanken den Schlaf mir " = "Thoughts rob me of sleep"
"Es rauben Gedanken den Schlaf mir, o Mutter" = "Thoughts rob me of sleep, oh mother"
"Nachtgedanken" = "Night thoughts"
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Paul Heyse (1830 - 1914), no title, appears in Spanisches Liederbuch, in 2. Weltliche Lieder, no. 12
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This text was added to the website: 2021-11-15
Line count: 36
Word count: 133