English translations of Drei Lieder für 1 Singstimme mit Pianoforte, opus 18
by John Böie (1822 - 1900)
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Es [weiß]1 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]2! 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']3, es wäre schon Morgen, Da fliegen zwei Lerchen auf, Die überfliegen einander, Mein Herz folgt ihrem Lauf. Ich [wünscht']3, ich wäre ein Vöglein Und [zöge über das]4 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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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Aus dem Leben eines Taugenichts und das Marmorbild. Zwei Novellen nebst einem Anhange von Liedern und Romanzen, Berlin, Vereinsbuchhandlung, 1826, pages 215-216. Note: the spelling has been modernized. In the edition cited, "rät" is spelled "räth".
1 Bungert: "weiß es"; further changes may exist not shown above.2 Schumann: "sollt'"
3 Becker: "wollt'"
4 Becker: "flöge über's"
No one knows or guesses how glad I am, so glad! Alas, if only one could know it, just one - no other soul should know it! The snow outside is not so quiet - nor as mute and silent are the lofty stars, compared with my thoughts. I wish it were morning already; up would fly two larks, flying over each other, and my heart would follow their course. I wish I were a little bird - I would fly over the sea, well across the sea and farther, until I were in heaven!
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Joseph Karl Benedikt, Freiherr von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857), "Die Stille", appears in Gedichte, in 4. Frühling und Liebe
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Translation of title "Die Stille" = "Silence"This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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[Schließe mir]1 die Augen beide mit den lieben Händen zu; geht doch alles, was ich leide, unter deiner Hand zur Ruh. Und wie leise sich der Schmerz Well' [um]2 Welle schlafen [leget]3, [wie]4 der letzte Schlag sich [reget]5, füllest du mein ganzes Herz.
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- by Theodor Storm (1817 - 1888), "Schließe mir die Augen beide"
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Karg-Elert: "Schliess mir du"
2 Wolff: "und"
3 Greger: "legt"
4 Karg-Elert: "wenn"
5 Greger: "regt"
Close both my eyes with your dear hands; So everything that I suffer goes to rest under your hand. And as silently the pain, wave by wave, goes to sleep; as the last blow falls, you fill my whole heart.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Theodor Storm (1817 - 1888), "Schließe mir die Augen beide"
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[Gelassen]1 stieg die Nacht an's Land, Lehnt träumend an der Berge Wand, Ihr Auge sieht die goldne Wage nun Der Zeit in gleichen Schalen stille ruhn; Und [kecker]3 rauschen die Quellen hervor, Sie singen der Mutter, der Nacht, in's Ohr Vom Tage, Vom heute gewesenen Tage. Das uralt alte Schlummerlied, Sie achtet's nicht, sie ist es müd'; Ihr klingt des Himmels Bläue süßer noch, Der flücht'gen Stunden gleichgeschwung'nes Joch. Doch immer behalten die Quellen das Wort, Es singen die Wasser im Schlafe noch fort Vom Tage, Vom heute gewesenen Tage.
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- by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875), "Um Mitternacht"
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Eduard Friedrich Mörike, Gesammelte Schriften, Erster Band, G. J. Göschen'sche Verlagshandlung, 1878, page 138.
1 Franz, Wallnöfer: "Bedächtig" (from an earlier version of Mörike's poem)2 Wallnöfer: "ins"
3 Franz: "kecker nur"
The night ascends calmly over the land, leaning dreamily against the wall of the mountain, its eyes now resting on the golden scales of time, in a similar poise of quiet peace; and boldly murmur the springs, singing to Mother Night, in her ear, of the day that was today. To the ancient lullaby she pays no attention; she is weary. To her, the blue heaven sounds sweeter, the curved yoke of fleeing hours. Yet the springs keep murmuring, and the water keeps singing in slumber of the day that was today.
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust
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Translation of title "Um Mitternacht" = "At midnight"This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 92