Italian (Italiano) translations of Sechs Lieder für Sopran, Alt, Tenor und Bass im Freien zu singen, opus 41
by Felix Mendelssohn (1809 - 1847)
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Ihr Vögel in den Zweigen schwank, Wie seid ihr froh und frisch und frank Und trillert Morgenchöre. Ich fühle mich im Herzen krank, Wenn ich's von unten höre. Ein Stündchen nur schleich' ich heraus In euer lustig Sommerhaus Und muss mich des beklagen; Ihr lebet stets in Saus und Braus, Seht's nachten hier und tagen. Ihr sucht der Bäume grünes Dach, Der Wiese Schmelz, den Kieselbach, Ihr flieht vor Stadt and Mauer, Und laßt die Menschen seufzen ach, In ihrem Vogelbauer.
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- by August von Platen-Hallermünde (1796 - 1835), no title, appears in Gedichte, in Romanzen und Jugendlieder, no. 27
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Entflieh mit mir und sei mein Weib, Und ruh' an meinem Herzen aus; In weiter Ferne sei mein Herz Dein 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), no title, appears in Neue Gedichte, in Verschiedene, in Tragödie, no. 1
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Fuggi con me e sii la mia sposa, e sopra il mio cuore riposa; Il mio cuore, lontano e in terra straniera, sia, per te, patria e paterna dimora. Se non vieni con me, mi tocca morire, e tu abbandonata e sola dovrai rimanere, e se pure resterai nella casa paterna sarà come stare in terra straniera.
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to Italian (Italiano) copyright © 2010 by Ferdinando Albeggiani, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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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' 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), no title, appears in Neue Gedichte, in Verschiedene, in Tragödie, no. 2 [an adaptation]
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- a text in German (Deutsch) from Volkslieder (Folksongs) , "Blaublümelein", collected by Arnim and Brentano
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Discese la brina di notte, in primavera, discese sui delicati fiorellini azzurri: ed essi appassirono e seccarono. Un giovane si era innamorato di una fanciulla; fuggirono in segreto dalle loro case, all'insaputa dei loro genitori. Andarono errando di qua e di là, non hanno avuto fortuna, né una buona stella, sono andati in rovina e sono morti.
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to Italian (Italiano) copyright © 2009 by Ferdinando Albeggiani, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Neue Gedichte, in Verschiedene, in Tragödie, no. 2 [an adaptation]
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- a text in German (Deutsch) from Volkslieder (Folksongs) , "Blaublümelein", collected by Arnim and Brentano
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This text was added to the website: 2009-07-27
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Auf ihrem Grab, da steht eine Linde, Drin pfeifen die Vögel und Abendwinde, Und drunter sitzt, auf dem grünen Platz, Der Müllersknecht mit seinem Schatz. Die Winde weh'n so still und so schaurig, Die Vögel singen so süß und so traurig: Die schwatzenden Buhlen, sie werden stumm, Sie weinen und wissen selbst nicht warum.
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- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Neue Gedichte, in Verschiedene, in Tragödie, no. 3
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Cresce un tiglio presso la loro tomba, dove fischiano i venti e gli uccelli di sera, lì sotto sta seduto sopra un verde prato il garzone del mugnaio con il suo bene amato. Soffiano i venti, leggeri e sinistri, soave e triste è degli uccelli il canto, si fanno muti i sussurri degli amanti, che, senza capire perché, si sciolgono in pianto.
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to Italian (Italiano) copyright © 2010 by Ferdinando Albeggiani, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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Der Schnee zerrinnt, Der Mai beginnt, Und Blüten keimen Auf Gartenbäumen, Und Vogelschall Tönt überall. Pflückt einen Kranz, Und haltet Tanz Auf grünen Auen, Ihr schönen Frauen, Wo grüne Main Uns Kühlung streun. Wer weiß, wie bald Die Klocke schallt, Da wir des Maien Uns nicht mehr freuen: Wer weiß, wie bald Die Klocke schallt! Drum werdet froh! Gott will es so, Der uns dies Leben Zur Lust gegeben! Genießt der Zeit, Die Gott verleiht!
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- by Ludwig Heinrich Christoph Hölty (1748 - 1776), "Mailied", written 1773, Göttinger Musenalmanach 1776, page 24, first published 1776
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This is Hölty's poem in its version posthumously printed in the editions edited by Voß. Hölty's original version differs in several verses (see below).
Note: Modern spelling would change "Klocke" to "Glocke".
Si scioglie la neve, il Maggio ha inizio, [le gemme fioriscono sugli alberi in giardino,] Un canto di uccelli, dappertutto risuona. Chi può sapere quando [suonerà la campana e del Maggio gioioso non potremo più godere; chi può sapere quando] suonerà la campana! Perciò siate lieti! Lo vuole Dio stesso [che vita ci ha dato perché ne godessimo!] Godiamo del tempo Che Dio ci ha concesso!
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Und frische Nahrung, neues Blut Saug' ich aus freier Welt; Wie ist Natur so hold und gut, Die mich am Busen hält! Die Welle wieget unsern Kahn Im Rudertakt hinauf, Und Berge, wolkig himmelan, Begegnen unserm Lauf. Aug', mein Aug', was sinkst du nieder? Goldne Träume, kommt ihr wieder? Weg, du Traum! so Gold du bist; Hier auch Lieb' und Leben ist. Auf der Welle blinken Tausend schwebende Sterne, Weiche Nebel trinken Rings die thürmende Ferne; Morgenwind umflügelt Die beschattete Bucht, Und im See bespiegelt Sich die reifende Frucht.
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- by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 - 1832), "Auf dem See", written 1775, first published 1789
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Fresco alimento, sangue rinnovato, ricevo adesso da questo mondo aperto: come è bella e benigna la Natura, che sul suo seno mi trattiene! Le onde spingono la barca in avanti ad ogni colpo di remo, e, con le nuvole in cima,i monti sembrano venirci incontro. Occhi, occhi miei, perché vi abbassate? Sogni dorati, state nuovamente tornando? Dileguati sogno! Anche se dorato: anche qui c'è vita e amore. Sopra le onde brillano migliaia di tremule stelle, la morbida bruma inghiotte l'orizzonte che ci circonda; Aleggiano brezze mattutine sulla baia ancora in ombra, e nel lago si riflette il frutto che matura.
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to Italian (Italiano) copyright © 2008 by Ferdinando Albeggiani, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 - 1832), "Auf dem See", written 1775, first published 1789
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This text was added to the website: 2008-10-27
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