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English translations of Vier Lieder für 1 Singstimme mit Klavier, opus 28

by Stephanie Brand-Vrabely, Gräfin Wurmbrand (1849 - 1919)

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1. Schöne Wiege meiner Leiden  [sung text not yet checked]
by Stephanie Brand-Vrabely, Gräfin Wurmbrand (1849 - 1919), "Schöne Wiege meiner Leiden", op. 28 (Vier Lieder für 1 Singstimme mit Klavier) no. 1, published 1884 [ voice and piano ], Wien: Wetzler
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Schöne Wiege meiner Leiden,
schönes Grabmal meiner Ruh',
schöne Stadt, wir müssen scheiden, -
Lebe wohl! ruf' ich dir zu.

Lebe wohl, du heil'ge Schwelle,
wo da wandelt Liebchen traut;
lebe wohl! du heil'ge Stelle, 
wo ich sie zuerst geschaut.

Hätt' ich dich doch nie [gesehen]1,
schöne Herzenskönigin!
Nimmer wär' es dann geschehen,
daß ich jetzt so elend bin.

Nie wollt' ich dein Herze rühren,
Liebe hab' ich nie erfleht;
nur ein stilles Leben führen
wollt' ich, wo dein Odem weht.

Doch du drängst mich selbst von hinnen,
bittre Worte spricht dein Mund;
Wahnsinn wühlt in meinen Sinnen,
und mein Herz ist krank und wund.

Und die Glieder matt und träge
schlepp' ich fort am Wanderstab,
bis mein müdes Haupt ich lege
ferne in ein kühles Grab.

Text Authorship:

  • by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Junge Leiden, in Lieder, no. 5

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1 Schumann: "gesehn"

by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856)
1. Pretty cradle of my sorrows
Language: English 
 Pretty cradle of my sorrows,
 pretty tombstone of my rest,
 pretty town - we must part, -
 farewell! I call to you.
 
 Farewell, you holy threshhold,
 across which my darling would tread;
 farewell! you sacred spot
 where I first saw her.
 
 Would that I had never seen you,
 lovely queen of my heart!
 Never would it then have happened,
 that I would now be so wretched.
 
 I never wished to touch your heart,
 I never begged for love;
 all I wished was to lead a quiet life
 where your breath could stir me.
 
 Yet you yourself pushed me away from you,
 with bitter words at your lips;
 Madness filled my senses,
 and my heart is sick and wounded.
 
 And my limbs are heavy and sluggish;
 I'll drag myself forward, leaning on my staff, 
 until I can lay my weary head 
 in a cool and distant grave. 

Text Authorship:

  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust

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  • a text in German (Deutsch) by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Junge Leiden, in Lieder, no. 5
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Line count: 24
Word count: 145

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2. Der Fichtenbaum steht einsam  [sung text not yet checked]
by Stephanie Brand-Vrabely, Gräfin Wurmbrand (1849 - 1919), "Der Fichtenbaum steht einsam", op. 28 (Vier Lieder für 1 Singstimme mit Klavier) no. 2, published 1884 [ voice and piano ], Wien: Wetzler
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Ein [Fichtenbaum]1 steht einsam
Im Norden auf kahler Höh';
Ihn schläfert; mit weißer Decke
Umhüllen ihn Eis und Schnee.

Er träumt von einer Palme,
Die fern im Morgenland,
Einsam und [schweigend]2 trauert
Auf brennender Felsenwand.

Text Authorship:

  • by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Lyrisches Intermezzo, no. 33

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Confirmed with Heinrich Heine, Buch der Lieder, Hoffmann und Campe, Hamburg, 1827, page 137.

1 Biegeleben: "Tannenbaum"; further changes may exist not shown above.
2 Marx: "schweigsam"

by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856)
2. A spruce-tree stands alone
Language: English 
 A spruce-tree stands alone
 in the north, on the bare heights;
 it slumbers; in a white blanket
 it is surrounded by ice and snow.
 
 It dreams of a palm tree
 which, far-off in the land of the morning,
 grieves, alone and mute,
 on a burning, rocky wall.

Text Authorship:

  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust

    Emily Ezust permits her translations to be reproduced without prior permission for printed (not online) programs to free-admission concerts only, provided the following credit is given:

    Translation copyright © by Emily Ezust,
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    For any other purpose, please write to the e-mail address below to request permission and discuss possible fees.
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  • a text in German (Deutsch) by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Lyrisches Intermezzo, no. 33
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 8
Word count: 48

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3. Vergiftet sind meine Lieder  [sung text not yet checked]
by Stephanie Brand-Vrabely, Gräfin Wurmbrand (1849 - 1919), "Vergiftet sind meine Lieder", op. 28 (Vier Lieder für 1 Singstimme mit Klavier) no. 3 (1860?), published 1884 [ voice and piano ], Wien: Wetzler
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Vergiftet sind meine Lieder; -
Wie könnt es anders sein?
Du hast mir ja Gift gegossen
Ins blühende Leben hinein.

Vergiftet sind meine Lieder; -
Wie könnt es anders sein?
Ich trag' im Herzen viel Schlangen,
Und dich, Geliebte mein.

Text Authorship:

  • by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Lyrisches Intermezzo, no. 51

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Confirmed with Heinrich Heine, Buch der Lieder, Hoffmann und Campe, Hamburg, 1827, page 155.


by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856)
3. Poisoned are my songs
Language: English 
 Poisoned are my songs -
 how could it be otherwise?
 You have poured poison
 into my blossoming life.
 
 Poisoned are my songs -
 how could it be otherwise?
 I bear in my heart many snakes,
 and you, my beloved!

Text Authorship:

  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust

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    Translation copyright © by Emily Ezust,
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    For any other purpose, please write to the e-mail address below to request permission and discuss possible fees.
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Based on:

  • a text in German (Deutsch) by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Lyrisches Intermezzo, no. 51
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • FRE French (Français) (Charles Beltjens) , no title, appears in Intermezzo lyrique, no. 51, first published 1827


This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 8
Word count: 38

Translation © by Emily Ezust
4. Der Tod, das ist die kühle Nacht  [sung text not yet checked]
by Stephanie Brand-Vrabely, Gräfin Wurmbrand (1849 - 1919), "Der Tod, das ist die kühle Nacht", op. 28 (Vier Lieder für 1 Singstimme mit Klavier) no. 4, published 1884 [ voice and piano ], Wien: Wetzler
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Der Tod, das ist die kühle Nacht,
Das Leben ist der schwüle Tag.
Es dunkelt schon, mich schläfert,
Der Tag hat mich müd gemacht.

Über mein Bett erhebt sich ein Baum,
Drin singt die junge Nachtigall;
Sie singt von lauter Liebe -
Ich hör es sogar im Traum.

Text Authorship:

  • by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), appears in Buch der Lieder, in Die Heimkehr, no. 87, first published 1826/7

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by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856)
4. Death is the cool night
Language: English 
Death is the cool night;
Life is the sultry day.
It is growing dark already, and I feel drowsy, 
The day has made me weary.

Above my bed stands a tree
In which the young nightingale sings;
It sings of sonorous love -
And I even hear it in my dreams.

Text Authorship:

  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2019 by Emily Ezust

    Emily Ezust permits her translations to be reproduced without prior permission for printed (not online) programs to free-admission concerts only, provided the following credit is given:

    Translation copyright © by Emily Ezust,
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    For any other purpose, please write to the e-mail address below to request permission and discuss possible fees.
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Based on:

  • a text in German (Deutsch) by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), appears in Buch der Lieder, in Die Heimkehr, no. 87, first published 1826/7
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 8
Word count: 50

Translation © by Emily Ezust
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