English translations of Vier Lieder für 1 Singstimme mit Klavier, opus 28
by Stephanie Brand-Vrabely, Gräfin Wurmbrand (1849 - 1919)
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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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View original text (without footnotes)1 Schumann: "gesehn"
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.
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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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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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View original text (without footnotes)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"
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.
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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.
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- 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.
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!
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- FRE French (Français) (Charles Beltjens) , no title, appears in Intermezzo lyrique, no. 51, first published 1827
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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.
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- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), appears in Buch der Lieder, in Die Heimkehr, no. 87, first published 1826/7
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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.
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- 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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