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English translations of Sechs Lieder, opus 27

by Robert Franz (1815 - 1892)

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1. Volker spielt auf!  [sung text not yet checked]
by Robert Franz (1815 - 1892), "Volker spielt auf!", op. 27 (Sechs Lieder) no. 1, published 1856 [ voice and piano ], Leipzig, Senff
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Jung Volker, das ist unser Räuberhauptmann,
Mit Fiedel und mit Flinte,
Damit er geigen und schießen kann,
Nach dem just Wetter und Winde.
[Fiedel und die Flint]1,
[Fiedel und die Flint]1!
Volker spielt auf.

Ich sah ihn hoch im Sonnenschein
Auf einem Hügel sitzen:
Da spielt er die Geig und schluckt roten Wein,
seine blauen Augen ihm blitzen.
[Fiedel und die Flint]1,
[Fiedel und die Flint]1!
Volker spielt auf.

Auf einmal, er schleudert die Geig in die Luft,
Auf einmal, er wirft sich zu Pferde:
Der Feind kommt! Da stößt er ins Pfeifchen und ruft:
"Brecht ein, wie der Wolf in die Herde!"
[Fiedel und die Flint]1,
[Fiedel und die Flint]1!
Volker spielt auf.

Text Authorship:

  • by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875), "Jung Volker", subtitle: "Gesang der Räuber"

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Confirmed with Eduard Mörike, Sämtliche Werke in zwei Bänden. Band 1, München, 1967, page 699.

1 Wallnöfer: "Fiedel und Flint'"

by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875)
1.
[Translation not yet available]
2. Er ist's!  [sung text not yet checked]
by Robert Franz (1815 - 1892), "Er ist's!", op. 27 (Sechs Lieder) no. 2, published 1856 [ voice and piano ], Leipzig, Senff
Language: German (Deutsch) 
[Frühling]1 läßt sein blaues Band
Wieder flattern durch die Lüfte;
Süße, wohlbekannte Düfte
Streifen ahnungsvoll das Land.
Veilchen träumen schon,
Wollen balde kommen.
-- Horch, [von fern ein leiser]2 Harfenton!
Frühling, ja du bist's!
Dich hab' ich vernommen!

Text Authorship:

  • by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875), "Er ist's"

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Confirmed with Eduard Mörike, Gedichte, Dramatisches, Erzählendes, Zweite, erweiterte Auflage, Stuttgart: J.G. Cotta'sche Buchhandlung Nachf., 1961, page 42.

1 Eitner: "Der Frühling"; further changes may exist not shown above.
2 Louis Ferdinand: "von fern her leiser"; Schumann: "ein"

by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875)
2.
Language: English 
Spring lets its blue ribbon
flutter again in the breeze;
a sweet, familiar scent
sweeps with promise through the land.
Violets are already dreaming,
and will soon arrive.
Hark! In the distance - a soft harp tone!
Spring, yes it is you!
It is you that I have heard!

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3. Herz, ich habe schwer an dir zu tragen  [sung text not yet checked]
by Robert Franz (1815 - 1892), "Herz, ich habe schwer an dir zu tragen", op. 27 (Sechs Lieder) no. 3, published 1856 [ voice and piano ], Leipzig, Senff
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Herz! und weißt du selber denn zu sagen,
Was dich drückt und quält?
Oder kann man so um nichts verzagen?
Herz, ich habe schwer an dir zu tragen,
Schwer!
Daß ich mit dir im Grabe wär!

Die Geschwister kommen, mich zu fragen,
Was mir immer fehlt?
O ich darf nicht wagen,
Die verweinten Augen aufzuschlagen,
Wenn ich denke, was du mir verhehlt!
Herz, ich habe schwer an dir zu tragen,
Schwer!

Daß ich im Grabe wär!

Text Authorship:

  • by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875), "Maschinkas Lied"

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by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875)
3.
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4. In Leid versunken  [sung text not yet checked]
by Robert Franz (1815 - 1892), "In Leid versunken", op. 27 (Sechs Lieder) no. 4, published 1856 [ voice and piano ], Leipzig, Senff
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Früh, [wann]1 die Hähne kräh'n,
[Eh']2 die Sternlein [verschwinden]3,
Muß ich am [Herde stehn]4,
Muß Feuer zünden.

Schön ist der [Flammen]5 Schein,
[Es]6 springen die Funken.
Ich schaue so [drein]7,
In Leid versunken.

Plötzlich, da kommt es mir,
Treuloser Knabe,
Daß ich die Nacht von dir
Geträumet habe.

Träne auf Träne dann
Stürzet hernieder;
So kommt der Tag heran -
O ging' er wieder!

Text Authorship:

  • by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875), "Das verlassene Mägdlein"

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Confirmed with Eduard Mörike, Gedichte, Dramatisches, Erzählendes, Zweite, erweiterte Auflage, Stuttgart: J.G. Cotta'sche Buchhandlung Nachf., 1961, pages 61-62.

1 Bock, Feyhl, Zenger: "wenn"; Senger: "eh' " (further changes may exist not noted above).
2 Zenger: "Wenn"
3 Schumann, Pfitzner (SJ5), Wolf: "schwinden"
4 van Eijken, Schumann: "Heerde steh'n"
5 Schumann, Wetzel: "Flamme"
6 Reinecke: "Hell"
7 Molitor, Reinecke, Schumann, Pfitzner (SJ5), Wolf, Zenger: "darein"

by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875)
4.
Language: English 
Early, when the cock crows,
Before the stars disappear,
I must stand at the hearth;
I must light the fire.

Beautiful is the blaze of the flames;
[The sparks fly]1.
I gaze into the fire,
Sunk in grief.

Suddenly, it comes to me,
Unfaithful boy,
That last night
I dreamed of you.

Tears upon tears then 
Pour down;
So the day comes -
O would it were gone again!

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Translated titles:
"Das verlassene Mägdlein" = "The abandoned maiden"
"Die Verlassene" = "The abandoned one"
1 Reinecke: "Bright fly the sparks"


This text was added to the website: 2003-10-13
Line count: 16
Word count: 70

Translation © by Emily Ezust
5. Rosenzeit!  [sung text not yet checked]
by Robert Franz (1815 - 1892), "Rosenzeit!", op. 27 (Sechs Lieder) no. 5, published 1856 [ voice and piano ], Leipzig, Senff
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Rosenzeit! wie [schnell]1 vorbei,
    Schnell vorbei 
Bist du doch gegangen!
Wär' mein Lieb' nur blieben treu,
    Blieben treu,
Sollte mir nicht bangen.

Um die Ernte wohlgemut,
    Wohlgemut
Schnitterrinnen singen.
Aber, ach! mir [kranken]2 Blut,
    Mir [kranken]2 Blut
Will nichts mehr gelingen.

Schleiche so durch's Wiesental,
    So durch's Tal,
Als im Traum verloren,
Nach dem Berg, da tausendmal,
    Tausendmal,
Er mir Treu' geschworen.

Oben auf des Hügels Rand, 
    Abgewandt,
Wein' ich bei der Linde;
An dem Hut mein Rosenband, 
    Von seiner Hand,
Spielet in dem Winde.

Text Authorship:

  • by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875), "Agnes", written 1831, first published 1838

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Confirmed with Eduard Mörike, Gedichte, Dramatisches, Erzählendes, Zweite, erweiterte Auflage, Stuttgart: J.G. Cotta'sche Buchhandlung Nachf., 1961, page 62.

Note: written for the novel Maler Nolten, in which it had the title "Refrain-Liedchen"
1 Wöbbe: "bald"; further changes may exist not shown above.
2 1877 version, also used by Kahn, E. Kauffmann, and Wetzel: "krankem"

by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875)
5. Time of roses! How quickly past
Language: English 
Time of roses! How quickly past,
Quickly past 
have you gone!
Had my sweetheart only remained true,
remained true,
Then I should fear nothing.

At the harvest, cheerfully,
Cheerfully 
the reaping women sing.
But ah! poor me, 
poor me,
I can no longer do anything right.

I creep so through the meadow valley,
Through the meadow valley, 
as if lost in a dream,
To the mountain, where a thousand times,
a thousand times,
he swore he would be true.

Above on the edge of the hill, 
turning away,
I weep by the linden tree;
On my hat, the wreath of roses 
that he made for me 
Blows in the wind.

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6. Ein Tännlein grünet wo  [sung text not yet checked]
by Robert Franz (1815 - 1892), "Ein Tännlein grünet wo", op. 27 (Sechs Lieder) no. 6, published 1856 [ voice and piano ], Leipzig, Senff
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Ein Tännlein grünet, wo,
Wer weiß, im Walde,
Ein Rosenstrauch, wer sagt,
In welchem Garten?
Sie sind erlesen schon,
Denk' es, o Seele!
Auf deinem Grab zu wurzeln
Und zu wachsen.

Zwei schwarze Rößlein weiden
Auf der Wiese,
Sie kehren heim zur Stadt
In [muntern]1 Sprüngen.
Sie werden schrittweis gehn
Mit deiner Leiche;
[Vielleicht, vielleicht noch eh']2
An ihren Hufen
Das Eisen los wird,
Das ich blitzen sehe!

Text Authorship:

  • by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875), "Denk es, o Seele!"

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Confirmed with Eduard Mörike, Gedichte, Dramatisches, Erzählendes, Zweite, erweiterte Auflage, Stuttgart: J.G. Cotta'sche Buchhandlung Nachf., 1961, page 103.

1 Pfitzner: "muntren"
2 Distler: "Vielleicht noch, vielleicht eh'"; Rheinberger: "Vielleicht noch eh'"

by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875)
6. A little fir-tree flourishes
Language: English 
A little fir-tree flourishes,
who knows where, in the wood;
A rosebush, who can tell
in what garden?
They are selected already,
Consider, o soul,
to take root and grow
on your grave.

Two young black horses graze
on the pasture,
they return back to town
with lively leaps.
They will go step by step
with your corpse;
perhaps, perhaps even before
on their hooves
the shoe gets loose,
and I can see it sparkle.

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