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Sie sagen mir, daß meine Wangen schwarz sind, Doch wächs't das beste Korn in schwarzem Land, Und sieh doch nur die Nelken, wie sie schwarz sind, Und doch so gern trägt man sie in der Hand. Sie sagen mir, mein Liebster sei zu braun; Mir deucht er wie ein Engel anzuschau'n. Sie sagen mir, schwarz sei mein liebster Freund, Der mir ein Engel doch vom Himmel scheint.
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Confirmed with Paul Heyse, Italienisches Liederbuch, Berlin: Verlag von Wilhelm Hertz (Bessersche Buchhandlung), 1860, page 51.
Text Authorship:
- by Paul Heyse (1830 - 1914), no title, appears in Italienisches Liederbuch, in Rispetti, in Toscanisch, no. 108, first published 1860 [author's text checked 2 times against a primary source]
Based on:
- a text in Italian (Italiano) from Volkslieder (Folksongs) [text unavailable]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Joseph Marx (1882 - 1964), "Die Liebste spricht", 1912 [ mezzo-soprano and piano or string quartet or orchestra ], from Italienisches Liederbuch, no. 5 [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "The beloved speaks", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "La bien-aimée dit", copyright © 2021, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2010-03-10
Line count: 8
Word count: 67
Ils me disent que mes joues sont noires Et pourtant le meilleur blé pousse dans des terres noires, Et voyez ces œillets, comme ils sont noirs, Et pourtant on les prend volontiers dans la main. Ils me disent que mon bien-aimé est brun ; Pour moi, il me semble voir un ange. Ils me disent que mon plus tendre ami est noir, Lui qui semble bien être un ange du ciel.
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to French (Français) copyright © 2021 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 German (Deutsch) by Paul Heyse (1830 - 1914), no title, appears in Italienisches Liederbuch, in Rispetti, in Toscanisch, no. 108, first published 1860
Based on:
- a text in Italian (Italiano) from Volkslieder (Folksongs) [text unavailable]
This text was added to the website: 2021-01-18
Line count: 8
Word count: 70