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Drei Lieder von Lenau, Uhland, und Eichendorff , opus 3

by Hermann (Gustav) Goetz (1840 - 1876)

Translations available for the entire opus: CAT DUT ENG FRE 

1. Die Stille
 (Sung text)

Language: German (Deutsch) 
Es weiß und rät es doch Keiner,
Wie mir so wohl ist, so wohl!
Ach, wüßt es nur Einer, nur Einer,
Kein Mensch es sonst wissen soll!

So still ist's nicht draußen im Schnee,
So stumm und verschwiegen sind
Die Sterne nicht in der Höhe,
Als meine Gedanken sind.

Ich wünscht', es wäre schon Morgen,
Da fliegen zwei Lerchen auf,
Die überfliegen einander,
Mein Herz folgt ihrem Lauf.

Ich wünscht', ich wäre ein Vöglein
Und zöge über das Meer,
Wohl über das Meer und weiter,
Bis daß ich im Himmel wär'!

Text Authorship:

  • by Joseph Karl Benedikt, Freiherr von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857), "Die Stille", appears in Gedichte, in 4. Frühling und Liebe

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

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "De stilte", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Le silence", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • HEB Hebrew (עברית) (Max Mader) , "השקט", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , "La quiete", copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • NOR Norwegian (Bokmål) (Marianne Beate Kielland) , "Stillheten", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • POR Portuguese (Português) (Elke Beatriz Riedel) , "A quietude", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • SPA Spanish (Español) (Diego S. Loyola) , "El Silencio", copyright © 2003, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

2. Bitte
 (Sung text)

Language: German (Deutsch) 
Weil' auf mir, du dunkles Auge,
Übe deine ganze Macht,
Ernste, milde, träumerische,
Unergründlich süße Nacht!

Nimm mit deinem Zauberdunkel
Diese Welt von hinnen mir,
Daß du über meinem Leben
Einsam schwebest für und für.

Text Authorship:

  • by Nikolaus Lenau (1802 - 1850), "Bitte", appears in Gedichte, in 1. Erstes Buch, in Sehnsucht

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

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Manuel Capdevila i Font) , copyright © 2025, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Linger on me, dark eyes", copyright ©
  • ENG English [singable] (Walter A. Aue) , "Stay with me, endarkened vision", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2022, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "S'il te plait", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

3. Frühlingsglaube
 (Sung text)

Language: German (Deutsch) 
Die linden Lüfte sind erwacht,
Sie säuseln und weben Tag und Nacht,
Sie schaffen an allen Enden.
O frischer Duft, o neuer Klang!
Nun armes Herze, sey nicht bang!
Nun muß sich Alles, Alles wenden.

Die Welt wird schöner mit jedem Tag,
Man weiß nicht, was noch kommen mag,
Das Blühen es will nicht enden.
Es blüht das fernste, tiefste Thal.
Nun armes Herze, vergiß der Qual!
Nun muß sich Alles, Alles wenden.

Text Authorship:

  • by Johann Ludwig Uhland (1787 - 1862), "Frühlingsglaube", written 1812, appears in Lieder, in Frühlingslieder, no. 2, first published 1813

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

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , copyright © 2005, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (David Gordon) , no title, copyright ©, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Credo printanier", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , "Fede di primavera", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • SPA Spanish (Español) (Elisa Rapado) , copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Note: some editions have a typo in stanza 1, line 2: word 4 is "wehen". Lachner's score also has this typo.

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