"In meiner Brust, da sitzt ein Weh, Das will die Brust zersprengen; Und wo ich steh' und wo ich geh', Will's mich von hinnen drängen. "Es treibt mich nach der Liebsten Näh', Als könnt die Grete heilen; Doch wenn ich der ins Auge seh', Muß ich von hinnen eilen. "Ich steig' hinauf des Berges Höh', Dort ist man doch alleine; Und wenn ich still dort oben steh', Dann steh' ich still und weine."
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- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Junge Leiden, in Romanzen, in 4. Der arme Peter, no. 2
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Confirmed with Buch der Lieder von Heinrich Heine, zweiundfünfzigste Auflage (52nd edition), Hamburg, Hoffmann und Campe, 1882, pages 52-53.
"Within my heart there lies an ache that will break my heart apart; wherever I stay, wherever I go, it is always pushing me onward. "It drives me to my beloved's presence, as if Grete could heal it; but when I look her in the eye, I must hurry away from there. "I climb to the heights of the mountain, for there one can be alone; and when I stay up there silently, then I stand mutely and weep."
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Und wüßten's die Blumen, die kleinen, Wie tief verwundet mein Herz, Sie würden mit mir weinen, Zu heilen meinen Schmerz. Und wüßten's die Nachtigallen, Wie ich so traurig und krank, Sie ließen fröhlich erschallen Erquickenden Gesang. Und wüßten sie mein Wehe, Die [goldnen]1 Sternelein, Sie kämen aus ihrer Höhe, Und sprächen Trost mir ein. [Die]2 alle können's nicht wissen, Nur [eine]3 kennt meinen Schmerz; [Sie]4 hat ja selbst zerrissen, Zerrissen mir das Herz.
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- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Lyrisches Intermezzo, no. 22
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Heinrich Heine, Buch der Lieder, Hoffmann und Campe, Hamburg, 1827, page 128.
Note: Christian Jost's setting begins "Zerrissen mir das Herz" (the last line) and then follows the rest of the text.
1 Jost, Schumann: "goldenen"2 André, Jost, Schumann: "Sie"
3 Hensel: "einer"
4 Hensel: "Er"
And if the blooms - the small ones - knew How deeply wounded is my heart, They would weep with me To heal my pain. And if the nightingales knew How sad and ill I am, They would let forth merrily A refreshing song. And if they knew my woe - The little golden stars - They would come down from their heights And speak their consolation to me. But all of them could not know this, Only one knows my pain; She herself has indeed torn, Torn my heart in two.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Lyrisches Intermezzo, no. 22
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