English translations of Drei Lieder, opus 8
by W. J. Otto Lessmann (1844 - 1918)
Wenn zwei von einander scheiden, So geben sie sich die Händ', Und fangen an zu weinen, Und seufzen ohne End'. Wir haben nicht [geweinet]1, Wir seufzten nicht Weh und Ach! Die [Tränen und die Seufzer]2, Die kamen hinten nach.
Text Authorship:
- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Lyrisches Intermezzo, no. 49
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Heinrich Heine, Buch der Lieder, Hoffmann und Campe, Hamburg, 1827, page 153.
1 Reinecke: "geweint"2 Decker, Reinecke: "Seufzer und die Tränen"
When two people part They give each other their hands And they begin to weep And sigh endlessly! We did not weep, And did not sigh "woe" and "alas." The tears and the sighs Came afterwards!
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Ich bin ein lust'ger Geselle,
Wer könnt auf Erden fröhlicher sein!
Mein Rößlein so helle, so helle,
Das trägt mich mit Windesschnelle
In's blühende Leben hinein! --
Trara!
In's [blühende]2 Leben hinein.
Es [tönt]3 an meinem Munde
Ein silbernes Horn von süßem Schall,
Es tönt wohl manche Stunde,
Von [Fels]4 und Wald in der Runde
Antwortet der Widerhall! --
Trara!
[Antwortet]2 der Widerhall.
[ ... ]
Es zieht mich hinaus in die Ferne;
Ich gebe dem flüchtigen Rosse den Sporn.
Ade! Wohl blieb ich noch gerne,
Doch winken schon [andre]6 Sterne,
Und grüssend [vertönet]1 das Horn --
Trara!
Und grüssend [vertönet]1 das Horn.
Text Authorship:
- by Emanuel von Geibel (1815 - 1884), "Der Knabe mit dem Wunderhorn", appears in Jugendgedichte, in 1. Erstes Buch, in Lübeck und Bonn
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Lessmann: "ertöne"
2 omitted by Schumann
3 Taubert: "tönet"
4 Taubert: "Feld"
5 Taubert: "muß es geschieden"
6 Taubert: "andere"
I am a lusty fellow -
Who can be happier than I!
My little pony so light,
It carries me with the speed of wind
Out into a blooming life!
Trara!
Out into a blooming life!
From my lips there resounds
A sweet call from my silver horn;
It resounds for many hours.
From the cliffs to the forests, and back again
Comes the echo's answer.
Trara!
Comes the echo's answer.
[ ... ]
I am drawn far away,
I give my hurrying steed the spur,
Farewell! I would gladly stay,
But other stars do beckon,
And my horn sets my greeting to music.
Trara!
And my horn sets my greeting to music.
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Translation of title "Der Knabe mit dem Wunderhorn" = "The boy with the magic horn"This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Nun ist der Tag geschieden Mit seinem Drang und Schall, Es weht ein kühler Frieden Durch's Dunkel überall. Wie still die Felder liegen! Der Wald nur ist erwacht, Und was er dem Lichte verschwiegen Das singt er leise der Nacht. Und was ich am lauten Tage Dir nimmer sagen kann, [Nun möcht' ich dir's sagen und klagen]1 - O komm' und [hör']2 mich an!
Text Authorship:
- by Emanuel von Geibel (1815 - 1884), no title, appears in Jugendgedichte, in 1. Erstes Buch, in Lieder als Intermezzo, no. 21
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Randhartinger: "Nun möcht' ich's dir sagen und klagen"; Sandberger: "Nun möcht' ich dir's sagen, nun möcht' ich dir's klagen"; Thuille: "Nun möcht' ich's dir sagen und klagen"
2 Sandberger: "höre"
Now, the day has departed With its tumult and uproar, A cool peace blows Everywhere through the darkness. How quietly lie the fields! Only the forest remains awake, And what it kept hidden from the light of day It quietly sings to the night. And what I, on a clamorous day, Could never say to you, Now I would like to tell you and lament – O come and listen to me!
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