English translations of Fünf Lieder für 1 Singstimme mit Pianofortebleitung, opus 18
by Eduard Schütt (1856 - 1933)
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Es steht eine Lind' [im tiefen]1Thal, Darunter [bin so manches Mal, So manches Mal]2, Mit meinem Lieb gesessen; Jetzt steht der Baum so dürr und kahl, Mein Schatz ist über [Berg und Thal, Ja Berg und Thal]3, Der hat mich wohl vergessen! Und auf dem Berg, da steht ein Haus, Da ging mein Lieb [wohl ein und aus, Wohl ein und aus]4, Und sah ins Thal hernieder; Jetzt tobet dort der Stürme Graus, Mein Schatz, der zog [ins Land hinaus, Ins Land hinaus]5, Und kehret nimmer wieder! Und ob dem Haus, da steht ein Stern, Der sieht mein Lieb [wohl in der Fern, Wohl in der Fern]6, Fortwandeln durch die Gassen; Ich hatte meinen Schatz so gern, Geklaget sei es [Gott dem Herrn, Ja Gott dem Herrn]7, Daß er mich hat verlassen.
Text Authorship:
- by (Karl) Ludwig Pfau (1821 - 1894), "Volksweise"
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Ludwig Pfau, Gedichte, Vierte, durchgesehene und vermehrte Auflage, Stuttgart: Verlag von Adolf Bonz & Comp., 1889, page 125.
1 Kissling: "in jenem" ; further changes may exist not noted above.2 Renger: "bin ich so manchesmal"
3 Renger: "Berg und Thal"
4 Renger: "wohl ein und aus"
5 Renger: "ins Land hinaus"
6 Renger: "wohl in der Fern"
7 Renger: "Gott dem Herrn"
A linden tree stands in [the]1 deep valley, Under it, [many a time, Many a time]2, I sat with my beloved; Now the tree is dried out and bare, My darling is gone [over hill and dale, Yes hill and dale]3, He has likely forgotten me! And upon the mountain there is a house, My beloved went [in and out there, In and out]4, And looked down into the valley; Now the storms' gruesomeness rages there, My darling has departed [out into the land, Out into the land]5, And shall never return! And over the house there is a star, It sees my beloved well [out in the distance, Out in the distance]6, Wandering on through the lanes; I loved my darling so much, I lament to [my Lord God, Yes, my Lord God],7 That he has forsaken me.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by (Karl) Ludwig Pfau (1821 - 1894), "Volksweise"
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View original text (without footnotes)Translations of title(s):
"Das verlassene Mädchen" = "The forsaken maiden"
"Das verlassne Mädchen" = "The forsaken maiden"
"Die Linde im Thal" = "The linden tree in the valley"
"Es steht eine Lind" = "A linden tree st"
"Es steht eine Linde im tiefen Tal " = "A linden tree stands in the deep vall"
"Es steht eine Linde im tiefen Thal" = "A linden tree stands in the deep vall"
"Es steht eine Lind' im tiefen Tal" = "A linden tree stands in the deep vall"
"Es steht eine Lind im tiefen Thal" = "A linden tree stands in the deep vall"
"Nachtigallenruf" = "Call of the nightingale"
"Volksweise" = "Folk melody"
"Volksweise " = "Folk melody"
2 Renger: "many a time"
3 Renger: "hill and dale"
4 Renger: "in and out there"
5 Renger: "out into the land"
6 Renger: "out in the distance "
7 Renger: "my Lord God"
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Im Grase thaut's, die Blumen träumen Von ihrem bunten Honigdieb, Und oben flüstert's in den Bäumen: Schläfst du? schläfst du, mein trautes Lieb? Der Mond scheint durch den grünen Wald. Ein Aestlein wankt mit leisem Wiegen, In dunkler Blätterheimlichkeit Regt sich, ein Kosen, Schweben, Schmiegen: Dir treu, dir treu in Ewigkeit! Der Mond scheint durch den grünen Wald. Nun wird es still in Luft und Zweigen, Ein wonnig Athmen hebt die Brust, Dich küßt die Nacht mit süßem Schweigen, Ruh' aus, ruh' aus von Lieb' und Lust, Der Mond scheint durch den grünen Wald.
Text Authorship:
- by Julius Wolff (1834 - 1910), no title, appears in Der wilde Jäger: Eine Waidmannsmär, first published 1877
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Dew falls upon the grass, the flowers are dreaming Of their colourful honey thief, And above in the trees there is a whispering: Are you sleeping? are you sleeping, my dear love? The moon shines through the green woods. A little branch sways in quiet rocking, In the dark secretiveness of the leaves There stirs a caressing, wafting, nestling: Faithful to you, faithful to you for all eternity! The moon shines through the green woods. Now quiet falls in the air and the branches, A blissful breath lifts the bosom, Night kisses you with sweet silence, Rest, rest, from love and passion, The moon shines through the green woods.
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Translated titles:"Der Mond scheint durch den grünen Wald" = "The moon shines through the green woods"
"Im Grase thaut's" = "Dew falls upon the grass"
"Im Grase thaut's, die Blumen träumen" = "Dew falls upon the grass, the flowers are dreaming"
"Frühlingsnacht" = "Spring night"
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Alle Blumen möcht' ich binden, Alle dir in einen Strauß Und mit Kränzen dich umwinden, Daß du lachend säh'st heraus. Alle Vögel möcht' ich fangen, Alle dir nach meinem Sinn, Wenn sie in den Zweigen sangen, Wies ich stets zu dir sie hin. Alle Schätze möcht' ich heben, Alle aus der Tiefe Schoß, Daß ich dir sie könnte geben Und du würdest reich und groß. Ach! was kann ich, und was hab' ich! Bin ich doch so arm wie du, Was ich hatte, ach! das gab ich, Und mich selbst, mich selbst dazu.
Text Authorship:
- by Julius Wolff (1834 - 1910), no title, appears in Der wilde Jäger: Eine Waidmannsmär, first published 1877
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I wish to bind all the flowers, All into a bouquet for you And twine wreaths about you, So that, laughing, you would gaze out from them. I would like to catch all the birds, All for you after my fancy, When they would sing in the branches, I would always send them your way. I would like to unearth all treasures, All, from the bowels of the deeps, So that I could give them to you And you would become rich and great. Alas! what I can do, and what do I have! I am just as poor as you. Whatever I had, ah! that I have given, And myself, myself along with it.
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Wüchsen mir Flügel, Über die Hügel Wollt' ich mich schwingen zum Himmel empor, Frei wie der Vogel die Wipfel ersteigen Und aus den grünen, dämmernden Zweigen Lustige Lieder schmettern im Chor. Schwebend im Bogen Käm' ich gezogen Stolz wie der Falke im sonnigen Blau, Flink wie die Schwalbe wollte ich schweifen, Über die Gräser, die nickenden streifen, Netzen die Brust mir am blinkenden Thau. Frühe am Morgen Im Walde verborgen Weckt' ich als Drossel den zögernden Tag, Möve, vom Strande mit dir wollt' ich fliegen, Mich auf den schäumenden Wogen zu wiegen, Lauschen des Meeres donnerndem Schlag. Aber, o Nachtigall, Könnte ich überall Schlüpfen wie du von Aste zu Ast, Wüßt' einen Strauch ich vor einsamer Hütten, Dahinein wollte in Tönen ich schütten Grüße der Liebe, und da hielt' ich Rast.
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- by Julius Wolff (1834 - 1910), no title, appears in Till Eulenspiegel redivivus
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I if could grow wings, Up, over the hills Toward the heavens I would wheel, Free like a bird, surmount the treetops And, from the green boughs of twilight Squawk in a chorus of joyful song. Soaring in a broad arc Would I come, Proud like a falcon in the sunny blue, Agile as the swallow I would sail, Grazing over the nodding grasses, Sprinkling my breast with the sparkling dew. Early in the morning Hidden within the forest, I would, like the thrush, wake the reluctant day, Gull, I would fly along the shoreline with you, And rock myself on the foamy waves, Listening to the thunderous pounding of the sea. But, O nightingale, If I could everywhere Glide from branch to branch like you do, I know a bush in front of some lonely huts, Where I would pour forth my melodies With greetings of love, and there take my rest.
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Translations of title(s):
"Aus Till Eulenspiegel" = "From 'Till Eulenspiegel'"
"Mit Flügeln" = "With wings"
"Wüchsen mir Flügel" = "If I could grow wings"
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Im Abendrot der Himmel glüht, Die Sonne geht nun schlafen. Der Knabe bläst sein Abendlied Und zieht gemach durchs stille Ried Zur Hürde mit den Schafen. Sein Gruß schwebt noch der Sonne nach: "Fahr wohl! Wir sehn uns wieder. Bring morgen einen schönen Tag, Dann blas' ich durch den grünen Hag Dir meine schönsten Lieder."
Text Authorship:
- by Georg Scherer (1824 - 1909), "Abendbild", appears in Gedichte von Georg Scherer, in 1. Erstes Buch
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Confirmed with Gedichte von Georg Scherer, vierte, vermehrte Auflage, Stuttgart, Leipzig, Berlin, Wien: Deutsche Verlags-Anstalt, 1894, page 15
The sky glows in the red of sunset, The sun is now going to sleep. The lad blows his evening song And moves calmly through the quiet reeds To the pen with his sheep. His greeting still wafts after the sun: "Farewell! We shall see each other again. Bring a beautiful day tomorrow, Then, through the green grove, I shall Blow my loveliest songs for you."
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2017 by Sharon Krebs, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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Translations of title(s):
"Abendbild" = "Evening image"
"Schäfer's Abendlied" = "Shepherd’s evening song"
"Im Abendroth der Himmel glüht" = "The sky glows in the red of sunset"
This text was added to the website: 2017-07-24
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