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Ich hebe meine Geige Ganz heimlich unters Kinn Und zieh' mit leisem Bogen Ganz heimlich drüber hin. Da hebt mein blondes Dirnlein Den Fuß zum Tanzeschritt; Der Braunen lichtes Stimmlein Singt schon die Weise mit. Die Jüngste wiegt ihr Püppchen: "Marie Maruschka-ka!" -- Mit großen, dunklen Augen Sitzt stumm mein Bube da. Er kennt vor unserm Fenster Den alten Weidenbaum. Wiegt auf dem höchsten Wipfel Im Winde sich sein Traum? Mein Sohn, in meinen Tönen Hörst du der Winde Tanz? Mein Sohn, in meinen Tönen Siehst du der Wolke Glanz? Mein Sohn, ich bin ein König, Willst du mein Erbe sein? Du wirst im Sonnenpurpur Ein Fürst der Ferne sein. Ich hab' ein Schloß voll Schimmer An einem fernen Meer -- Heb' ich ans Kinn die Geige, Kommt Gruß und Glück daher.
Confirmed with Otto Ernst, Siebzig Gedichte. Neue und alte Verse, Erstes bis zehntes Tausend, Leipzig: Verlag von L. Staackmann, 1907, pages 90-91.
Text Authorship:
- by Otto Ernst Schmidt (1862 - 1926), "Der Erbe" [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 Frieda Biedermann , "Der Erbe", published [1909] [ voice and piano ], Hamburg: L. Hoffmann [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "The heir", copyright © 2024, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2024-10-17
Line count: 28
Word count: 131
I lift my violin Quite secretly under my chin And with a quiet bow I stroke Quite secretly over [the strings]. Thereupon my blonde daughter moves Her feet to the steps of the dance; The light voice of the brunette Is already singing along with the tune. The youngest is rocking her doll: "Marie Maruschka-ka!" -- With great, dark eyes My son is sitting there mutely. He knows the old willow tree That stands before our window. Is his dream rocking in the wind On the highest treetop? My son, in my tones Do you hear the dance of the wind? My son, in my tones Do you see the radiance of the cloud? My son, I am a king, Do you wish to be my heir? In sunny crimson you shall be A prince of distant lands. I have a castle full of lustre By a distant sea -- When I lift my violin to my chin A greeting and happiness come from there.
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Otto Ernst Schmidt (1862 - 1926), "Der Erbe"
This text was added to the website: 2024-10-17
Line count: 28
Word count: 164