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Vier Lieder für hohen Sopran, Schlagzeug und Kammerbesetzung

Song Cycle by Karl-Jürgen Kemmelmeyer (b. 1943)

1. Frühlingsode

Language: German (Deutsch) 
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Text Authorship:

  • by Anonymous / Unidentified Author, no title

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  • a text in Unknown Language by Priştinali Mesihi (c1470 - c1512) [text unavailable]
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2. Sommer  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: German (Deutsch) 
Sommer unter kalkgetünchten Bogen,
Vergilbtes Korn, ein Vogel der ein und aus fliegt
Abend und die dunklen Gerüche des Grüns.
Roter Mensch, aufdämmerndem Weg, wohin?
Über einsamen Hügel, vorbei am knöchernen Haus
Über die Stufen des Walds tanzt das silberne Herz.

Text Authorship:

  • by Georg Trakl (1887 - 1914), "Sommer", subtitle: "Abend in Lans (1. Fassung)"

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

  • ENG English (Bertram Kottmann) , copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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3. Herbsttag  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: German (Deutsch) 
Herr, es ist Zeit. Der Sommer war sehr groß.
Leg deinen Schatten auf die Sonnenuhren,
und auf den Fluren lass die Winde los. 

Befiehl den letzten Früchten, voll zu sein;
gib ihnen noch zwei südlichere Tage,
dränge sie zur Vollendung hin, und jage
die letzte Süße in den schweren Wein. 

Wer jetzt kein Haus hat, baut sich keines mehr.
Wer jetzt allein ist, wird es lange bleiben,
wird wachen, lesen, lange Briefe schreiben
und wird in den Alleen hin und her
unruhig wandern, wenn die Blätter treiben. 

Text Authorship:

  • by Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 - 1926), "Herbsttag", appears in Das Buch der Bilder, first published 1920

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

  • CHI Chinese (中文) [singable] (Dr Huaixing Wang) , copyright © 2024, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Elisabeth Siekhaus) , "Fall day", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Jour d'automne", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • GRE Greek (Ελληνικά) [singable] (Christakis Poumbouris) , "Φθινοπωρινή μέρα", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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4. Winter

Language: German (Deutsch) 
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Text Authorship:

  • by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

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Total word count: 129
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