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Det klinger som fra fine Instrumenter, Ot bøjer du det grønne Blad til Side, Så ser du Parkens Alfer, hvor de glide Med spæde Hænder over Strengelegen. O Strengeleg! min Ungdoms dyre Minde! Da gik jeg som berust af Vårens Bad Og sang hen for mig selv så sjæleglad, Og lyttende stod Busk og Blomst og Blad Mens Fuglen flagred til sin Elskerinde. Det klinger nu, som da, fra fine Strænge, Det suser sagte gennem spæde Blade; Se, Busken ryster sig og en Kaskade Af Perletoner triller over Gruset: Jeg føjer Tårer selv til Regnens Toner! Kom, kom hver Alf, som skjuler sig bag Blad, Den Forårsregn gør sund, gør sjæleglad, Om end en Vemod dirrer i det Kvad, Som Træet nikker til med tunge Kroner!
Text Authorship:
- by Holger Henrik Herholdt Drachmann (1846 - 1908), "Foraarsregn", appears in Sangenes Bog: Blandede Digte, first published 1887 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Edvard Grieg (1843 - 1907), "Foraarsregn", op. 49 (Seks Digte af Holger Drachmann) no. 6 (1886-1889), published 1889 [ voice and piano ], Leipzig [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Pluie de printemps", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 18
Word count: 126
Cela sonne comme un subtil instrument, Et si tu écartes les vertes feuilles, Tu verras les elfes du parc glisser Leurs douces mains sur les cordes. Ô jeu des cordes ! Cher souvenir de mon enfance ! Je m'enivrais alors baigné par le printemps Et le cœur joyeux,je fredonnais pour moi-même Et j'écoutais les buissons, fleurs et feuilles Où l'oiseau voltige vers son amoureuse. Cela sonne maintenant, comme alors, venant de subtiles cordes, Cela bruisse doucement parmi les tendres feuilles ; Vois, le buisson s'ébranle et une cascade De notes perlées trillent sur le gravier : J'accorde mes pleurs aux notes de la pluie ! Venez, venez, elfes cachés derrière la feuille, La pluie du printemps guérit, apporte la joie au cœur, Bien qu'une mélancolie vibre dans cette chanson, Quand l'arbre incline ses lourdes frondaisons !
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- Translation from Danish (Dansk) to French (Français) copyright © 2013 by Pierre Mathé, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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Based on:
- a text in Danish (Dansk) by Holger Henrik Herholdt Drachmann (1846 - 1908), "Foraarsregn", appears in Sangenes Bog: Blandede Digte, first published 1887
This text was added to the website: 2013-10-21
Line count: 18
Word count: 130