English translations of Vier Lieder, opus 2
by Edvard Grieg (1843 - 1907)
Die Mühle, die dreht ihre Flügel, Der Sturm, der sauset darin, Und unter der Linde am Hügel, Da weinet die Müllerin: Lass sausen den Sturm und brausen, Ich habe gebaut auf den Wind; Ich habe gebaut auf Schwüre -- Da war ich ein törichtes Kind. Noch hat mich der Wind nicht belogen, Der Wind, der blieb mir treu; Und bin ich verarmt und betrogen -- Die Schwüre, die waren nur Spreu. Wo ist, der sie geschworen? Der Wind nimmt die Klagen nur auf; Er hat sich auf's Wandern verloren -- Es findet der Wind ihn nicht auf.
Text Authorship:
- by Adelbert von Chamisso (1781 - 1838), "Die Müllerin", written 1822, appears in Lieder und lyrisch epische Gedichte
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The windmill turns its blades, The storm roars within And under the lime tree by the hill There the mill-maid is crying. Let the storm roar and bluster, I counted on the wind; I counted on vows-- In so doing I acted like a foolish child. The wind has not yet lied to me, The wind remained true to me; And yet I am impoverished and betrayed -- The vows, they were nothing but chaff. Where is he, who made the vows? The wind only gathers up laments; He has lost himself in wanderings -- The wind cannot find a trace of him.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Adelbert von Chamisso (1781 - 1838), "Die Müllerin", written 1822, appears in Lieder und lyrisch epische Gedichte
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Eingehüllt in graue Wolken, Schlafen jetzt die großen Götter, Und ich höre, wie sie schnarchen, Und wir haben wildes Wetter. Wildes Wetter Sturmeswüten Will das arme Schiff zerstellen Ach, wer zügelt diese Winde Und die herrenlosen Wellen! Kanns nicht hindern, daß es stürmet, Daß da dröhnen Mast und Bretter, Und ich hüll mich in den Mantel, Um zu schlafen wie die Götter.
Text Authorship:
- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Nachgelesene Gedichte 1812-1827, no. 26
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Ich stand in dunkeln Träumen Und starrt' ihr Bildniß an, Und das geliebte Antlitz Heimlich zu leben begann. Um ihre Lippen zog sich Ein Lächeln wunderbar, Und wie von Wehmuthsthränen Erglänzte ihr Augenpaar. Auch meine Thränen flossen Mir von den Wangen herab -- Und ach, ich kann's nicht glauben, Daß ich Dich verloren hab'!
Text Authorship:
- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, written 1823-24, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Die Heimkehr, no. 23, first published 1826
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I stood in gloomy daydreams and gazed at her portrait, and that well-beloved countenance began furtively to come to life. About her lips there seemed to glide a wondrous smile, and, as if they were about to fill with nostalgic tears, her eyes glistened. And my tears flowed down my cheeks - and ah, I cannot believe that I have lost you!
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 1996 by Emily Ezust
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Translations of titles
"Ihr Bildnis" = "Her portrait"
"Ihr Bild" = "Her portrait"
"Ich stand in dunkeln Träumen" = "I stood in gloomy daydreams"
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Mein Aug' ist trüb, mein Mund ist stumm. Du heißest mich reden, es sei darum. Dein Aug' ist klar, dein Mund ist rot, Und was du nun wünschest, das ist ein Gebot. Mein Haar ist grau, mein Herz ist wund, Du bist so jung, und bist so gesund. Du heißest mich reden, und machst mir's so schwer. Ich seh' dich so an, und zittre so sehr.
Text Authorship:
- by Adelbert von Chamisso (1781 - 1838), "Was soll ich sagen?", written 1819, appears in Lieder und lyrisch epische Gedichte
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My eyes are troubled, my mouth is dumb, you tell me to speak, and yet it remains so. Your eyes are clear, your mouth is red, and what you only wish is my command. My hair is grey, my heart is wounded; you are so young, and so healthy. You bid me to speak, and make it so difficult. I gaze on you, and I tremble.
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust
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