English translations of Tragödie : Drei Lieder von Heinrich Heine, opus 157

by Ferdinand von Hiller (1811 - 1885)

1. Entflieh mit mir und sei mein Weib
 (Sung text)
by Ferdinand von Hiller (1811 - 1885), "Entflieh mit mir und sei mein Weib", op. 157 (Tragödie : Drei Lieder von Heinrich Heine) no. 1, published 1873 [ voice, piano, and violoncello ]
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Entflieh mit mir und sei mein Weib,
Und ruh' an meinem Herzen aus;
In weiter Ferne sei mein Herz
dir Vaterland und Vaterhaus.

Und fliehst du nicht, so sterb' ich hier
Und du bist einsam und allein;
Und bleibst du auch im Vaterhaus,
Wirst doch wie in der Fremde sein.

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by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856)
1. Flee with me and be my wife
Language: English 
 Flee with me and be my wife,
 and rest upon my heat;
 in distant lands let my heart
 be your fatherland and your parental home.
 
 If we do not flee, I'll die here
 and you will be lonely and alone;
 and you will remain in your parental house,
 but it will be like a foreign land to you.

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2. Es fiel ein Reif in der Frühlingsnacht
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by Ferdinand von Hiller (1811 - 1885), "Es fiel ein Reif in der Frühlingsnacht", op. 157 (Tragödie : Drei Lieder von Heinrich Heine) no. 2, published 1873 [ voice, piano, and violoncello ]
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Es fiel ein Reif in der Frühlingsnacht,    
Es fiel auf die bunten Blaublümelein:
Sie sind verwelket, verdorret.

Ein Jüngling hatte ein Mädchen lieb,
Sie flohen heimlich von Hause fort,
Es wusst's weder Vater noch Mutter.

Sie sind gewandert hin und her,
Sie haben gehabt weder Glück noch Stern,
Sie sind gestorben, verdorben.

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by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856)
2. There fell a frost on a night of Spring
Language: English 
There fell a frost on a night of Spring,
it fell on the delicate blossoms blue:
the blossoms withered, and drooped.

A young man once loved a maiden fair;
in secret they ran away from home,
unknown to their father or mother.

They wandered aimless here and there,
they had neither luck nor aiding star,
they met their ruin, they perished.

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3. Auf ihrem Grab, da steht eine Linde
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by Ferdinand von Hiller (1811 - 1885), "Auf ihrem Grab, da steht eine Linde", op. 157 (Tragödie : Drei Lieder von Heinrich Heine) no. 3, published 1873 [ voice, piano, violoncello ]
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Auf ihrem Grab, da steht eine Linde,
Drin pfeifen die Vögel und Abendwinde,
Und drunten sitzt auf dem grünem Platz,
Des Müllersknecht mit seinem Schatz.

Die Winde weh'n so still und so schaurig,
Die Vögel singen so süß und  ...  traurig:
Die schwatzenden Buhlen, sie werden stumm,
Sie weinen und wissen selbst nicht warum.

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by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856)
3. Over their grave stands a linden tree
Language: English 
 Over their grave stands a linden tree,
 in which the birds are piping in the evening wind,
 and on the grass underneath sits
 the miller's boy with his sweetheart.
 
 The wind blows so mildly and eerily,
 the birds sing so sweetly and mournfully:
 the chattering youngsters, they fall silent;
 they weep and they do not know why.

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  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust

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