English translations of Drei Lieder, opus 16
by Hermann Drechsler (1861 - 1935)
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Nacht liegt auf den fremden Wegen, –
Krankes Herz und müde Glieder; –
Ach, da fließt, wie stiller Segen,
Süßer Mond, dein Licht hernieder.
Süßer Mond, mit deinen Strahlen
Scheuchest du das nächt’ge Grauen;
Es zerrinnen meine Qualen,
Und die Augen überthauen.
Text Authorship:
- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, written 1823-1824, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Die Heimkehr, no. 86, first published 1826
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Confirmed with Heinrich Heine, Buch der Lieder, Die Heimkehr, Hamburg, Hoffmann und Campe, 1827, page 256. Modern German would change the spelling of "überthauen" to "übertauen". First included in Rheinische Flora, no. 12
Night lies on the unfamiliar roads; a sick heart and tired limbs... ah, like a quiet blessing, there flows down, sweet moon, your light; Sweet moon, with your rays You drive away the night horror; Away runs my pain, And my eyes brim over with tears.
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- 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, written 1823-1824, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Die Heimkehr, no. 86, first published 1826
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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.
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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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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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
Die Linde blühte, die Nachtigall sang, Die Sonne lachte mit freundlicher Lust; Da küßtest du mich, und dein Arm mich umschlang, Da preßtest du mich an die schwellende Brust. Die Blätter fielen, der Rabe schrie hohl, Die Sonne grüßte verdrossenen Blicks; Da sagten wir frostig einander: "Lebwohl!" Da knickstest du höflich den höflichsten Knicks.
Text Authorship:
- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Lyrisches Intermezzo, no. 25
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Confirmed with Heinrich Heine, Buch der Lieder, Hoffmann und Campe, Hamburg, 1827, page 131.