Wollt vorübergehen, doch es mußt geschehen,
Daß ich deine Küsse wie im Traum gepflückt.
Und 's ist so gekommen, wie ich's oft vernommen,
Daß ich leiden müsse, wenn du mich beglückt.
Gehe nun im Leide wie im Festtagskleide,
Hast mit Küssen, Liebste, mich so reich geschmückt.
Will mit meinen Klagen dir nur eines sagen,
Ewig leiden müssen, ist, was mich beglückt. -- --
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• J. Marx
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I wanted to pass by, but it had to happen
That I plucked your kisses as in a dream.
And it happened as I have often heard,
That I must suffer, when you make me glad.
I now walk about in sorrow as in a festive garment;
With kisses, most Beloved, you have adorned me so lavishly.
With my laments I only wish to tell you one thing:
To suffer eternally is what makes me happy. -- --
Available sung text translations: ← What is this?
• J. Marx