Longing | Hey whinney, whinney

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from Volkslieder (Folksongs)

Translation © by Patrick John Corness

Stesk

Language: Moravian (Moravština)

Our translations: ENG

Aj zerzaj, zerzaj,
muj koničku vrany,
přes pole jeduci,
aby usłyšeła
moja najmilejši
v komurce seďuci.
 
Jak ho usłyšeła,
zapłakať museła
o koňa vraneho,
nětak o konička,
jako o Janička,
Janička švarneho.
 
Svitiło słunečko
na me okenečko,
od pulnoci měsiček
ach, že už mi zarust
od meho miłeho
přes zahradku chodniček.

Text Authorship:

from Volkslieder (Folksongs) [author's text not yet checked 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 Leoš Janáček (1854 - 1928), "Stesk", >>1889 [ voice and piano ], from Moravská lidová poezie v písních, no. 35 [sung text checked 1 time]

Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

ENG English (Patrick John Corness) , "Longing", copyright © 2024, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Research team for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani , Patrick John Corness

This text was added to the website: 2007-11-13
Line count: 18
Word count: 51

Longing

Language: English after the Moravian (Moravština)

Hey whinney, whinney,
my fine raven black steed
cantering through the field,
so my darling can hear
you calling loud and clear
as she sits in her room.

By that familiar sound
my love was moved to tears,
by the raven black steed,
not so much by the horse
as by Johnnie, of course,
Johnnie the handsome lad.

Brightly shone the sunshine
in my tiny window,
and, after midnight, the moon,
ah, my dear lad’s pathway 
down my little garden 
is by now quite overgrown.

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Based on:

a text in Moravian (Moravština) from Volkslieder (Folksongs)
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This text was added to the website: 2024-02-06
Line count: 18
Word count: 85