English translations of Drei Lieder von Heinrich Heine, opus 10
by Alexander von Fielitz (1860 - 1930)
Am Kreuzweg wird begraben Wer selber sich brachte um; [Dort]1 wächst eine blaue Blume, Die [Armesünderblum']2. Am Kreuzweg [stand]3 ich und seufzte; Die Nacht war kalt und stumm. Im Mondschein bewegte sich langsam Die [Armesünderblum']2.
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- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Lyrisches Intermezzo, no. 62
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Heinrich Heine, Buch der Lieder, Hoffmann und Campe, Hamburg, 1827, page 166.
1 Griffes: "Da"2 Cahn-Speyer: "Armensünderblum' "
3 White: "sass"
At the crossroads he was buried, the one who took his own life. A blue flower grows there, the Woeful-sinner's-bloom. At the crossroads I stood sighing; the night was cold and still. The Woeful-sinner's-bloom slowly stirred in the moonlight.
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Ja, du bist elend, und ich grolle nicht; Mein Lieb, wir sollen beide elend sein! Bis uns der Tod das kranke Herze bricht, Mein Lieb, wir sollen beide elend sein! Wohl seh ich Spott, der deinen Mund umschwebt, Und seh dein Auge blitzen trotziglich, Und seh den Stolz, der deinen Busen hebt, Und elend bist du doch, elend wie ich. Unsichtbar zuckt auch Schmerz um deinen Mund, Verborgne Träne trübt des Auges Schein, Der stolze Busen hegt geheime Wund, Mein Lieb, wir sollen beide elend sein!
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- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Lyrisches Intermezzo, no. 19
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Confirmed with Heinrich Heine, Buch der Lieder, Hoffmann und Campe, Hamburg, 1827, page 126.
Du liebst mich nicht, du liebst mich nicht, Das kümmert mich gar wenig; Schau' ich dir nur ins Angesicht, So bin ich froh wie'n König. Du hassest, hassest mich sogar, So spricht dein rotes Mündchen; Reich mir es nur zum Küssen dar, So tröst' ich mich, mein Kindchen.
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- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Lyrisches Intermezzo, no. 12
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Confirmed with Heinrich Heine, Buch der Lieder, Hoffmann und Campe, Hamburg, 1827, page 121.
You love me not, you love me not, but it only troubles me a little: If I only see your face, I am as happy as a King. You hate me, even detest me: so says your red little mouth; but if you would just put it up for a kiss, I would be much consoled, my darling.
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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. 12
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