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Es rollt so träge das graue Meer, Der Mond wird trüber und trüber, Die Sterne sanken, von Capri her Zieht ein Gewitter herüber. Nachtfalter flattern mit leisem Geschwirr Um unsre bunte Laterne, Durch der Veranda Rankengewirr Stößt Südwind aus schwüler Ferne. Vergebt, daß der Falernerwein Verperlt in den Kristallen, Vergebt, daß Jugendträumerein Beim Festmahl mich befallen. Ihr sangt in heimatlichem Chor Vom Mühlrad im kühlen Grunde; Nun klingt das alte Lied im Ohr, Das Scherzwort stirbt im Munde. Spät ist's, der rechte Frohsinn schied; Wie konnte das geschehen? Im fremden Lande das deutsche Lied. Kommt, laßt uns schlafen gehen.
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Text Authorship:
- by Emil Rudolf Osman, Prinz von Schönaich-Carolath (1852 - 1908), no title, appears in Aus der Jugendzeit, no. 16 [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 Hans Hermann (1870 - 1931), "Es rollt so träge das graue Meer", op. 5 (Gesänge und Balladen für eine Singstimme mit Pianoforte) no. 1, published 1897 [ voice and piano ], Magdeburg, Heinrichshofen [sung text not yet checked]
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- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: Sharon Krebs [Senior Associate Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2011-07-25
Line count: 20
Word count: 99
The grey sea rolls so torpidly, The moon becomes dimmer and dimmer, The stars went out, from Capri Comes a thundershower hither. Moths flutter with a quiet buzzing About our colourful lantern, Through the tangle of vines on our veranda Buffets the south wind from faraway humid places. Forgive that the Falernian wine Goes flat in the crystal [goblets], Forgive that dreams of youth Come upon me at the festive board. In the native chorus you sang About the mill-wheel in the cool valley; Now the old song sounds in my ear, My jests die upon my lips. It is late, true gaiety has left me; How could that have happened? In a foreign land the German song. Come, let us go to our rest.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Emil Rudolf Osman, Prinz von Schönaich-Carolath (1852 - 1908), no title, appears in Aus der Jugendzeit, no. 16
This text was added to the website: 2015-09-25
Line count: 20
Word count: 125