Es ist immer derselbe Traum: Ein rotblühender Kastanienbaum, Ein Garten, voll von Sonnenflor, Einsam ein altes Haus davor. Dort, wo der stille Garten liegt, Hat meine Mutter mich gewiegt; Vielleicht - es ist so lange her - Steht Garten, Haus und Baum nicht mehr. Vielleicht geht jetzt ein Wiesenweg Und Pflug und Egge drüber weg, Von Heimat, Garten, Haus und Baum Ist nichts geblieben als mein Traum.
Abschied, liederencyclus
Song Cycle by Géza Frid (1904 - 1989)
1. Traum
Language: German (Deutsch)
Text Authorship:
- by Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962), "Traum", subtitle: "(1901)", written 1901
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- CHI Chinese (中文) [singable] (Dr Huaixing Wang) , "梦", copyright © 2024, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Dream", subtitle: "(1901)", copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Rêve", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Confirmed with Hermann Hesse, Sämtliche Werke, herausgegeben von Volker Michels, Band 10 Die Gedichte, bearbeitet von Peter Huber, Frankfurt am Main: Suhrkamp Verlag, 2002, page 108.
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2. Im Nebel
Language: German (Deutsch)
Seltsam, im Nebel zu wandern! Einsam ist jeder Busch und Stein, Kein Baum sieht den andern, Jeder ist allein. Voll Freunden war mir die Welt, Als noch mein Leben licht war; Nun, da der Nebel fällt, Ist keiner mehr sichtbar. Wahrlich, keiner ist weise, Der nicht das Dunkel kennt, Das unentrinnbar und leise Von allen ihn trennt. Seltsam, im Nebel zu wandern! Leben ist Einsamsein. Kein Mensch kennt den andern, Jeder ist allein.
Text Authorship:
- by Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962), "Im Nebel", written 1905
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- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2023, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English [singable] (Walter A. Aue) , "In the mists", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Dans le brouillard", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- IRI Irish (Gaelic) [singable] (Gabriel Rosenstock) , "Sa cheobhrán", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Nebbia", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Research team for this page: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor]3. Ich log
Language: German (Deutsch)
Ich log! Ich log! Ich bin nicht alt, Ich bin nicht satt vom Leben, Mir macht jede schöne Frauengestalt Noch Puls und Gedanken erbeben. Mir träumt noch von Weibern heiß und nackt, Von guten und von schlechten, Von wilder Walzer brillantem Takt Und von verliebten Nächten. Mir träumt von einer Liebe sogar, Einer schweigsam schönen und reinen, Wie jene erste, heilige war, Und ich kann noch um sie weinen.
Text Authorship:
- by Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962), "Ich log", written 1901, appears in Neue deutsche Lyriker III , in Irrwege, first published 1919
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- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2025, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Research team for this page: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor]4. Ich habe nichts mehr zu sagen
Language: German (Deutsch)
Ich habe nichts mehr zu sagen, Ich habe alles gesagt. Nun will ich klingend zum letzten Takt Meine gute Geige zerschlagen. Zerschlagen -- und wandern wieder Ins Land, woher ich kam, Wo ich in Jugendtagen vernahm Den Traum vom Lied der Lieder. Ihn träumen will ich wieder Abseits und ganz allein -- Es muß voll tiefen Friedens sein, Der Traum vom Lied der Lieder.
Text Authorship:
- by Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962), "Ich habe nichts mehr . . .", written 1899, appears in Neue deutsche Lyriker III , in An die Schönheit, in Der Geiger, no. 6, first published 1919
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- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2024, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "I have nothing more . . .", copyright © 2014, (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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Researcher for this page: Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor]5. Der Tod ging nachts durch eine Stadt
Language: German (Deutsch)
Der Tod ging nachts durch eine Stadt. Ein Fenster war noch rot im Dach, Dort saß ob einem Verseblatt Ein kranker Dichter spät noch wach. Der Tod stieß leis das Fenster ein Und blies die trübe Ampel aus. Ein Hauch, ein Blick, ein Lächelschein, Und dunkel wurde Stadt und Haus.
Text Authorship:
- by Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962), "Der Tod ging nachts --", written 1898
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- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2024, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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