English translations of Drei Lieder für 1 Singstimme mit Pianoforte, opus 6
by Joseph Sulzer
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Es ist kein hoher Berg so hoch, So tief kein tiefes Tal, Es dringt hinauf ein Vögelein, Hinab ein Sonnenstrahl. Und wärst du selbst die Perl' im Meer, Und wärst das Alpengold, So hoch und tief hätt' ich dein Herz, Kostbares Kind, geholt.
Text Authorship:
- by Johann Georg Fischer (1816 - 1897), "Der Preis", appears in Gedichte, in Lieder der Liebe
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Confirmed with Gedichte on J.G. Fischer, Stuttgart und Tübingen: J.G. Cotta'scher Verlag, 1854, page 22.
No high mountain is so high, No deep valley so deep But that a bird can ascend to it, A sunbeam can descend into it. And were you yourself the pearl in the sea, And were [you] the alpine gold, From thus high and deep I would have Fetched your heart, you precious child.
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2025 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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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Johann Georg Fischer (1816 - 1897), "Der Preis", appears in Gedichte, in Lieder der Liebe
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Translations of titles:
"Der Preis" = "The prize"
"Es ist kein hoher Berg" = "No high mountain"
"Es ist kein hoher Berg so hoch " = "No high mountain is so high"
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Immer leiser wird mein Schlummer, [Nur]1 wie Schleier liegt [mein]2 Kummer Zitternd über mir. Oft im Traume hör' ich dich Rufen [draus vor meiner]3 Thür: Niemand wacht und öffnet dir, Ich erwach' und weine bitterlich. Ja ich werde sterben müssen, Eine andre wirst du küssen, Wenn ich bleich und kalt. Eh die Maienlüfte [wehen]4, Eh die Drossel singt im Wald: Willst du [mich noch einmal sehen]5, [Komm, o komme bald!]6
Text Authorship:
- by Hermann von Lingg (1820 - 1905), "Lied", first published 1857
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Gedichte von Hermann Lingg, Fünfte vermehrte Auflage, Stuttgart, J. G. Cottaschen Buchhandlung, 1864, page 72. Note: modern German would change the following spelling: "Thür" -> "Tür".
1 Röhmeyer: "Und"2 Röhmeyer: "der"
3 Orff: "draus vor der"; Röhmeyer: "draußen vor der Tür"
4 Brahms: "wehn"
5 Brahms, Steuer: "mich noch einmal sehn"; Thuille: "einmal noch mich sehen"
6 Thuille: "Komme bald, o komme, komme bald!"
My slumber grows ever more peaceful; and only like a thin veil now does my anxiety lie trembling upon me. Often in my dreams I hear you calling outside my door; no one is awake to let you in, and I wake up and weep bitterly. Yes, I will have to die; another will you kiss, when I am pale and cold. Before the May breezes blow, before the thrush sings in the forest: if you wish to see me once more, come, o come soon!
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Hermann von Lingg (1820 - 1905), "Lied", first published 1857
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Marie, am Fenster sitzest du, Du [einfach Bürgerkind]1, Und siehst dem Spiel der Blüthen zu, Verweht im Abendwind. Der [Bürger]2, der vorüber geht, Er lüftet fromm den Hut. Du bist ja selbst, wie ein Gebet, So fromm, so schön, so gut. Die Blumenaugen seh'n empor Zu deiner Augen Licht! Die schönste Blum' im Fensterflor Ist doch dein Angesicht. Ihr Abendglocken, grüßet sie Mit süßer Melodie! O brech' der Sturm die [Blumen]3 nie, Und nie dein Herz, Marie!
Text Authorship:
- by Rudolph von Gottschall (1823 - 1909), "Marie", appears in Die Göttin. Ein Hoheslied vom Weibe, in Das Weib. Eine Dithyrambe, in Die Göttin, in Liebesstudien
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Rudolph Gottschall, Die Göttin. Ein Hoheslied vom Weibe, Hamburg: Hoffmann und Campe, 1853, page 27
1 Jensen: "liebes, süßes Kind"2 Jensen: "Wandrer"
3 Jensen: "Blume"
Marie, you sit at the window, You [simple child of the townfolk]1, And watch the playing of the blossoms, Scattered by the evening wind. The [burgher]2 who walks by, He lifts his hat devoutly. For, like a prayer, you are yourself So saintly, so lovely, so good. The eyes of the flowers look up To the light of your eyes! But the loveliest blossom in the Flowery profusion round the window is your face. Ye evening bells, greet her With sweet melodies! Oh may the storm never break the [flowers]3, And never [break] your heart, Marie!
Text Authorship:
- 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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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Rudolph von Gottschall (1823 - 1909), "Marie", appears in Die Göttin. Ein Hoheslied vom Weibe, in Das Weib. Eine Dithyrambe, in Die Göttin, in Liebesstudien
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View original text (without footnotes)Translations of title(s):
"Marie, am Fenster sitzest du" = "Marie, you sit at the window"
"Marie" = "Marie"
2 Jensen: "wanderer"
3 Jensen: "flower"
This text was added to the website: 2017-06-14
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