English translations of Drei zweistimmige Lieder, opus 43
by Robert Schumann (1810 - 1856)
Wenn ich ein Vöglein wär', Und auch zwey Flüglein hätt', Flög' ich zu dir; Weil's aber nicht kann seyn, Bleib' ich allhier. Bin ich gleich weit von dir, Bin ich doch im Schlaf bey dir, Und red' mit dir: Wenn ich erwachen thu', Bin ich allein. Es vergeht kein' Stund' in der Nacht, Da mein Herze nicht erwacht, Und an dich gedenkt, Daß du mir viel tausendmal Dein Herz geschenkt.
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- from Volkslieder (Folksongs) , "Der Flug der Liebe", Rheinisch
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Modern spelling would change "zwey" to "zwei", "seyn" to "sein", "bey" to "bei", "thu" to "tu", etc.
Note: the first stanza is quoted by Treitschke in a text set by Beethoven, Ruf vom Berge, WoO. 147
If I were a little bird and also had two little wings I would fly to you. But because that cannot be, I remain just here. Equally if I am far from you, yet I am with you in sleep and talk to you. When I become awake, I am alone. There is no hour of the night goes by that my heart does not wake and is thinking of you, that many thousandfold you gave your heart to me.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) from Volkslieder (Folksongs) , "Der Flug der Liebe", Rheinisch
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Das Laub fällt von den Bäumen, Das zarte Sommerlaub. Das Leben mit seinen Träumen Zerfällt in Asch und Staub. Die Vöglein im Walde sangen, Wie schweigt der Wald jetzt still! Die Lieb ist fortgegangen, Kein Vöglein singen will. Die Liebe kehrt wohl wieder Im lieben künft'gen Jahr, Und alles kehrt dann wieder, Was jetzt verklungen war. Du Winter, sei willkommen, Dein Kleid ist rein und neu. Er hat den Schmuck genommen, Den Schmuck bewahrt er treu.
The foliage falls from the trees, The tender summer foliage. Life with its dreams Decomposes into ash and dust. The little birds in the woods sang, How silent the wood becomes now! Love is gone away No little birds will sing. Love surely returns again In the dear forthcoming year And everything then returns That has now died away. Winter be welcome, Thy garb is pure and new. He has taken the jewellery, He protects the jewellery faithfully.
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by David K. Smythe, (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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Ich bin hinausgegangen Des Morgens in der Früh, Die Blümlein täten prangen, Ich sah so schön sie nie. Wagt' eins davon zu pflücken, Weil mir's so wohl gefiel; Doch als ich mich wollt bücken, Sah ich ein lieblich Spiel. Die Schmetterling' und Bienen, Die Käfer hell und blank, die mußten all ihm dienen Bei fröhlichem Morgensang; Und scherzten viel und küßten Das Blümlein auf den Mund, Und trieben's nach Gelüsten Wohl eine ganze Stund. Und wie sie so erzeiget Ihr Spiel die Kreuz und Quer, Hat's Blümlein sich geneiget Mit Freuden hin und her. Da hab ich's nicht gebrochen, Es wär ja morgen tot, Und habe nur gesprochen: Ade, du Blümlein rot! Und Schmetterling' und Bienen, Die Käfer hell und blank, Die sangen mit frohen Mienen Mir einen schönen Dank.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Robert Reinick (1805 - 1852), "Schön Blumlein", appears in Lieder, in Frühling und Liebe, first published 1844
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I went outside In the early morning The little flowers were resplendent, I never saw them so beautiful. I ventured to pluck one of them, Because it pleased me so much; Yet as I went to stoop, I saw a lovely game. Butterflies and bees, Beetles bright and shiny, They all had to pay it service With a merry morning song; And they joked a lot and kissed The little flower on the mouth, And had their own way with it For probably a whole hour. And how they showed off Their game of this way and that, The little flower bowed With delight to and fro. So I did not pluck it, It would certainly be dead tomorrow, And just said: Adieu, little red flower! And the butterflies and bees, The bright and shiny beetles, They sang with a happy expression A fine thank-you to me.
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by David K. Smythe, (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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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Robert Reinick (1805 - 1852), "Schön Blumlein", appears in Lieder, in Frühling und Liebe, first published 1844
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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