English translations of Sechs Gesänge für Tenor oder Sopran mit Pianoforte, opus 3
by Johannes Brahms (1833 - 1897)
»O versenk', o versenk' dein Leid, mein Kind, in die See, in die tiefe See!« Ein Stein wohl bleibt auf des Meeres Grund, mein Leid kommt stets in die Höh'. »Und die Lieb', die du im Herzen trägst, brich sie ab, brich sie ab, mein Kind!« Ob die Blum' auch stirbt, wenn man sie bricht, treue Lieb' nicht so geschwind. »Und die Treu', und die Treu', 's war nur ein Wort, in den Wind damit hinaus.« O Mutter und splittert der Fels auch im Wind, Meine Treue, die hält ihn aus.
Text Authorship:
- by Robert Reinick (1805 - 1852), appears in Lieder, in Romanzen und Balladen [formerly Bilder], first published 1844
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"Oh sink, sink your sorrow, My child, in the sea, in the deep sea!" A stone rests well at the bottom of the ocean; My sorrow, though, always comes up to the surface. "And the love that you carry in your heart, Destroy it, destroy it, my child!" If the flower also dies when one breaks it off, True Love is not so swift. "And your constancy, your constancy, It is only a word; into the wind with it!" Oh, Mother - even if the rock splinters in the wind, My constancy withstands it.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Robert Reinick (1805 - 1852), appears in Lieder, in Romanzen und Balladen [formerly Bilder], first published 1844
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Translation of the title "Liebestreu" = "Constancy"Note: this is a dialogue between a mother and her son or daughter (it is unspecified which).
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Wie sich Rebenranken schwingen In der linden Lüfte Hauch, Wie sich weiße Winden schlingen Luftig um den Rosenstrauch: Also schmiegen sich und ranken Frühlingsselig, still und mild, Meine Tag- und Nachtgedanken Um ein trautes, liebes Bild.
Text Authorship:
- by August Heinrich Hoffmann von Fallersleben (1798 - 1874), no title, appears in Lyrische Gedichte, in Liebesleben, in Liebe und Frühling, no. 5
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As vine tendrils vibrate In the breath of mild breezes, As white bindweed winds itself lightly around the rosebush: So my thoughts nestle and twine about, blissful with the springtime, quietly and gently, By day and by night, About the dear, beloved image.
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Ich muß hinaus, ich muß zu Dir, Ich muß es selbst Dir sagen: Du bist mein Frühling, Du nur mir In diesen lichten Tagen. Ich will die Rosen nicht mehr sehn, Nicht mehr die grünen Matten; Ich will nicht mehr zu Walde gehn Nach Duft und Klang und Schatten. Ich will nicht mehr der Lüfte Zug, Nicht mehr der Wellen Rauschen, Ich will nicht mehr der Vögel Flug Und ihrem Liede lauschen. -- Ich will hinaus, ich will zu Dir, Ich will es selbst Dir sagen: Du bist mein Frühling, Du nur mir In diesen lichten Tagen!
Text Authorship:
- by August Heinrich Hoffmann von Fallersleben (1798 - 1874), no title, appears in Lyrische Gedichte, in Liebesleben, in Liebe und Frühling, no. 7
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I must get out, I must get to you, I must tell it to you myself: You are my Spring, only you In these bright days. I no longer wish to see the roses nor the green meadow; I no longer to want to go to the forest for its scents and sounds and shadows. I no longer want the blowing air, nor the rushing waves, I no longer want to listen to the birds and their songs. I want to get out, I want to get to you, I want to tell it to you myself: You are my Spring, only you in these bright days.
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Weit über das Feld durch die Lüfte hoch Nach Beute ein mächtiger Geier flog. Am Stromesrande im frischen Gras Eine junge weißflüglige Taube saß; O verstecke dich, Täubchen, im grünen Wald! Sonst verschlingt dich der lüsterne Geier bald! Eine Möwe hoch über der Wolga fliegt, Und Beute spähend im Kreis sich wiegt. O halte dich, Fischlein, im Wasser versteckt, Daß dich nicht die spähende Möwe entdeckt! Und steigst du hinauf, so steigt sie herab Und macht dich zur Beute und führt dich zum Grab. Ach, du grünende feuchte Erde du! Tu dich auf, leg mein stürmisches Herz zur Ruh'! Blaues Himmelstuch mit der Sternlein Zier, O trockne vom Auge die Träne mir! Hilf, Himmel, der armen, der duldenden Maid! Es bricht mir das Herz vor Weh und Leid!
Text Authorship:
- by Friedrich Martin von Bodenstedt (1819 - 1892), first published 1842
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Note: First appeared in Ivan, der Sohn des Starost, Poetische Farbenskizze aus Rußland in 1842; later published in 1853 in Gedichte, titled "Ivan".Far above the field, high through the air, In search of prey a powerful vulture flew. By the edge of the river in the fresh grass A young white-winged dove sat; O hide yourself, little dove, in the green forest! Or the greedy bird will soon devour you! A seagull high over the Volga flies, And spying prey, circles and shakes itself. O keep yourself hidden in the water, little fish, That you not be discovered by the spying seagull! If you climb to the surface, then it will descend And make you its prey and lead you to the grave. Ah, you green, damp earth! Open and let my turbulent heart rest! Blue skycloth, studded with stars, O dry the tears from my eyes! Help, o heaven, this poor tolerant maiden! It breaks my heart from pain and sorrow!
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Aus der Heimat hinter den Blitzen rot Da kommen die Wolken her, Aber Vater und Mutter sind lange tot, Es kennt mich dort keiner mehr. Wie bald, wie bald kommt die stille Zeit, Da ruhe ich auch, und über mir rauscht die schöne Waldeinsamkeit, Und keiner kennt mich mehr hier.
Text Authorship:
- by Joseph Karl Benedikt, Freiherr von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857), "In der Fremde", appears in Gedichte, in 5. Totenopfer, first appeared in the novella "Viel Lärmen um nichts" (1833)
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From the direction of home, behind the red flashes of lightning There come clouds, But Father and Mother are long dead; No one there knows me anymore. How soon, ah, how soon will that quiet time come, When I too shall rest, and over me the beautiful forest's loneliness shall rustle, And no one here shall know me anymore.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Joseph Karl Benedikt, Freiherr von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857), "In der Fremde", appears in Gedichte, in 5. Totenopfer, first appeared in the novella "Viel Lärmen um nichts" (1833)
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Translation of title "In der Fremde" = "In a foreign place"This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Lindes Rauschen in den Wipfeln,
Vöglein, die ihr fernab fliegt,
Bronnen von den stillen Gipfeln,
Sagt, wo meine Heimat liegt?
Heut im Traum sah ich sie wieder,
Und von allen Bergen ging
Solches Grüßen zu mir nieder,
Daß ich an zu weinen fing.
Ach! hier auf den fremden Gipfeln:
Menschen, Quellen, Fels und Baum -
...
Alles ist mir wie ein Traum!
Muntre Vögel in den Wipfeln,
Ihr Gesellen dort im Tal,
Grüßt mir von den fremden Gipfeln
Meine Heimat tausendmal!
Text Authorship:
- by Joseph Karl Benedikt, Freiherr von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857), no title, appears in Gedichte, in 1. Wanderlieder, in Erinnerung, no. 1, first appeared in the novella Viel Lärmen um nichts, 1833; fourth stanza omitted in later collection
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O gentle rustling in the tree-tops, O little birds who fly far away, O springs who come from the still peaks, Tell me where my homeland lies! Today in a dream I saw [it]1 again, And from every mountain Such greetings came down to me, That I began to weep. Ah! here on the foreign peaks, People, streams, rocks and trees - Confused rustling in the tree-tops - Everything is like a dream to me! O cheerful little birds in the tree-tops, O young men there in the vale, Bring my greetings from these foreign peaks, To my home a thousand times!
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Joseph Karl Benedikt, Freiherr von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857), no title, appears in Gedichte, in 1. Wanderlieder, in Erinnerung, no. 1, first appeared in the novella Viel Lärmen um nichts, 1833; fourth stanza omitted in later collection
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Hensel: "you"
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