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by Christian Felix Weisse (1726 - 1804)
Translation © by Ferdinando Albeggiani

Der Zauberer
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Our translations:  DUT ENG FRE ITA NOR SPA
Ihr Mädchen, flieht Damöten ja!
Als ich zum erstenmal ihn sah,
Da fühlt' ich, so was fühlt' ich nie,
Mir ward, mir ward, ich weiß nicht wie,
Ich seufze, zitterte, und schien mich doch zu freu'n;
Glaubt mir, er muß ein Zaub'rer sein.

Sah ich ihn an, so ward mir heiß,
Bald ward ich rot, bald ward ich weiß,
Zuletzt nahm er mich bei der Hand;
Wer sagt mir, was ich da empfand?
Ich sah, ich hörte nichts, 
Sprach nichts als ja und nein;
Glaubt mir, er muß ein Zaub'rer sein.

Er führte mich in dies Gesträuch,
Ich wollt' ihm flieh'n und folgt' ihm gleich;
Er setzte sich, ich setzte mich; 
Er sprach, nur Sylben stammelt' ich;
Die Augen starrten ihm, die meinen wurden klein;
Glaubt mir, er muß ein Zaub'rer sein.

Entbrannt drückt' er mich an sein Herz,
Was fühlt' ich Welch ein süßer Schmerz!
Ich schluchzt', ich atmete sehr schwer,
Da kam zum Glück die Mutter her;
Was würd', o Götter, sonst nach so viel Zauberei'n,
Aus mir zuletzt geworden sein!

Text Authorship:

  • by Christian Felix Weisse (1726 - 1804) [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 Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (1756 - 1791), "Der Zauberer", K. 472. [ sung text checked 1 time]

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

  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "De tovenaar", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Malcolm Wren) , "The magician", copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Le magicien", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "L'incantatore", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • NOR Norwegian (Bokmål) (Marianne Beate Kielland) , "Tryllekunstneren", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • SPA Spanish (Español) (Elisa Rapado) , "El mago", copyright © 2007, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website: 2003-10-14
Line count: 25
Word count: 173

L'incantatore
Language: Italian (Italiano)  after the German (Deutsch) 
Fuggite, fanciulle, Damotas!
Quando per la prima volta lo vidi
qualcosa ho avvertito, che mai prima conobbi,
Mi accadde...mi accadde... e come non so,
Sospiravo, tremavo, eppure gioivo;
Credetemi, deve essere un mago.

Guardandolo sono diventata di fuoco,
e tutta arrossivo, e poi mi sbiancavo,
poi lui mi prese la mano;
Chi è capace di dirmi che cosa ho provato?
Perduta la vista, incapace di udire,
soltanto "sì" e "no" mi riusciva di dire;
Credetemi, deve essere un mago.

Mi condusse fra questi cespugli
volevo fuggire eppure lo seguii;
si mise a sedere e io pure mi sedetti;
parlava, parlava, mentre io balbettavo;
mi fissava con gli occhi, io i miei occhi socchiusi;
Credetemi deve essere un mago.

Con ardore al suo cuore mi strinse,
che dolce dolore, allora, ho provato!
Emisi un singhiozzo, più veloce il respiro,
ma per fortuna giunse allora mia madre;
altrimenti, o Dei, dopo tante magie
non so proprio che fine avrei fatto!

Text Authorship:

  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to Italian (Italiano) copyright © 2010 by Ferdinando Albeggiani, (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 Christian Felix Weisse (1726 - 1804)
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This text was added to the website: 2010-03-13
Line count: 25
Word count: 158

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