English translations of Vier Lieder für Mezzo-Sopran, opus 10
by (Franz) Xaver Scharwenka (1850 - 1924)
Es muß [was]1 Wunderbares sein Um's Lieben zweier Seelen! Sich [schließen ganz einander]2 ein, Sich nie ein Wort verhehlen! Und Freud' und Leid, und Glück und Noth So mit einander tragen! Vom ersten Kuß bis [in]2 den Tod Sich nur von Liebe sagen!
Text Authorship:
- by Oscar von Redwitz-Schmölz (1823 - 1891), no title, appears in Amaranth, in Amaranths stille Lieder
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Oscar v. Redwitz, Amaranth, Zweite Auflage, Mainz: Verlag von Kirchheim und Schott, 1850, page 117.
1 Karg-Elert, Liszt: "ein"2 Stöckhardt: "ganz einander schließen"
3 Backer-Grøndahl: "an"
It must be a wonderful thing for two souls to be in love, locking each other in so completely, never concealing a word; and joy and grief, and happiness and hardship - enduring these with each other from the first kiss until death, speaking together only with love.
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Oscar von Redwitz-Schmölz (1823 - 1891), no title, appears in Amaranth, in Amaranths stille Lieder
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[O]1 Blätter, dürre Blätter! Wie trauert ihr so sehr! Als ihr noch gabet grünen Schein -- Da war mein lieber Schatz noch mein, Den hab' ich nimmermehr. O Blätter, dürre Blätter! Ihr habt ihn oft gesehn, [Wie]2 er [mir Treu versprochen]3 hat - Ach! kann [denn]4 Liebe wie ein Blatt In einem Jahr vergehn? O Blätter, dürre Blätter! Es war ein falscher Knab'; Euch klag' ich es, ihr schweiget still, Weil ich sonst niemand sagen will, Wie lieb' ich ihn noch hab'!
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- by (Karl) Ludwig Pfau (1821 - 1894), no title, appears in Gedichte [1847], in 3. Lieder und Stimmen, in Mädchenlieder, no. 11
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Stiehl: "Ihr"; Worms: "Ach" - further changes for both may exist not noted.
2 Zemlinsky: "Wann"
3 Hiller: "so heiss geküsst mich"
4 Zemlinsky: "die"
O leaves, withered leaves! How very mournful you are! When you still had a green gleam, my dear treasure still was mine - he whom I have no longer. O leaves, withered leaves! You had seen him so often, when he promised to be true - alas! can Love, like a leaf, pass away in only one year? O leaves, withered leaves! He was a false boy; If I lament to you, you will keep silent, for I will tell no one else how much I love him still.
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by (Karl) Ludwig Pfau (1821 - 1894), no title, appears in Gedichte [1847], in 3. Lieder und Stimmen, in Mädchenlieder, no. 11
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Ich thöricht Kind Ich liebe Dich, Und weiß doch nimmer: Liebst Du auch mich? Ich fragte die Blumen Groß und klein; Ach leider die meisten [Sie]1 sagten Nein. -- Die dummen Blumen Sie wissen nicht Was es heißt, was es heißt: "Er liebt [mich]2 nicht." Ich thöricht Kind Ich liebe Dich, Und wähne immer: Du liebst auch mich. Ich fragte mein Herze: "Was meinest Du?" Das rief mir freudig "Er liebt Dich" zu. O du mein Herze Weißt sicherlich, Was es heißt, was es heißt: "Er liebet mich."
Text Authorship:
- by Robert Reinick (1805 - 1852), "Liebes-Hoffnung", appears in Lieder, in Frühling und Liebe, first published 1844
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Gumbert: "Die"
2 Gumbert: "dich"
I foolish child I love you, And yet I never know: Do you also love me? I asked the flowers Large and small; Ah, sadly, most of them Said No. – The stupid flowers – They don’t know What it means, what it means: “He loves me not.” I foolish child, I love you, And always have imagined: You love me too. I asked my heart: “What do you think? It called to me joyfully “He loves you.” Oh you, my heart, Surely know, What it means, what it means: “He loves me.”
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2022 by Michael P Rosewall, (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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Mir träumt', ich ruhte wieder Vor meines Vaters Haus Und schaute fröhlich nieder Ins alte Thal hinaus, Die Luft mit lindem Spielen Ging durch das Frühlingslaub, Und Blütenflocken fielen Mir über Brust und Haupt. Als ich erwacht, da schimmert Der Mond vom Waldesrand, Im falben Scheine flimmert Um mich ein fremdes Land, Und wie ich ringsher sehe: Die Flocken waren Eis, Die Gegend war vom Schnee, Mein Haar vom Alter weiß.
Text Authorship:
- by Joseph Karl Benedikt, Freiherr von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857), no title, appears in Gedichte, in 4. Frühling und Liebe, in Nachklänge, no. 4
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Confirmed with Joseph Freiherrn von Eichedorffs sämtliche poetische Werke, Dritte Auflage, Erster Band. Gedichte, Leipzig: C.F. Amelang’s Verlag, 1883, page 239.
I dreamt, I rested once again In front of my father’s house And gazed happily down Into the old valley. With a gentle playing the breeze Wafted through the spring greenery, And blossom petals fell down like snowflakes Upon my breast and head. When I awoke, the moon Was shimmering along the rim of the forest, In the pale light there flickered About me a foreign land, And I see about me: The flakes were of ice, The countryside was of snow, My hair was white with age.
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2014 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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English song title (Ashton, Behr, Dorn, Loser, Pezold, Scharf, Scharwenka, Strauss): Winter songEnglish song title (Heiser): I dreamt, I rested once again
English song title (Kont): Lingering sounds
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