English translations of Meereslieder : 9 Gesänge, opus 30
by L. A. Cossart (1877 - 1965)
Das Meer erstrahlt im Sonnenschein, Als ob es golden wär. Ihr Brüder, wenn ich sterbe, Versenkt mich in das Meer! Hab immer das Meer so lieb gehabt, Es hat mit sanfter Flut So oft mein Herz gekühlet; Wir waren einander gut.
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- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Neue Gedichte, in Verschiedene, in Seraphine, no. 15
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The sea is radiant in the sunshine, as if it were made of gold. My brothers, when I die, bury me in the sea. I have always loved the sea: it has, with its gentle flow, so often cooled my heart; we were good to each other.
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Im Mondenglanze ruht das Meer, die Wogen murmeln leise; mir wird das Herz so bang und schwer, ich denk der alten Weise, der alten Weise, die uns singt von den verlornen Städten, wo aus dem Meeresgrunde klingt Glockengeläut und Beten - Das Läuten und das Beten, wißt, wird nicht den Städten frommen, denn was einmal begraben ist, das kann nicht wiederkommen.
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- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Nachgelesene Gedichte 1828-1844 , no. 42, first published 1830
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The sea slumbers in the moonlight, the waves murmur softly; My heart becomes anxious and heavy, I think of the old tune, The old tune we once sang Of forsaken cities, Where from the depths sound Ringing bells and prayers – The clanging and prayers, you know, Will not redeem the cities, For that which is buried Can never come back again.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Nachgelesene Gedichte 1828-1844 , no. 42, first published 1830
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