Liebe Rose, Blume der Rosen, 
Willst du mich meiden, so sag' es mir klar; 
Dich liebt' ich seit frühesten Tagen, 
Ich liebt' dich durch Monden und Jahr.

Ich liebt' dich durch Stunden und Monde, 
War es in Trauer, war es in Scherz; 
Liebe Rose, Blume der Rosen, 
Nun gib mir zurück mein Herz.

Dich liebt' ich durch Monden und Jahre, 
Mit Herz, mit Mund und mit Blick; 
Liebe Rose, Blume der Rosen, 
Nun gib mir die Jahre zurück.

Dear rose, flower of the roses,
If you wish to avoid me, then tell me so clearly;
I have loved you since the earliest days,
I loved you through months and years.

I loved you through hours and months,
Were it in mourning, were it in jest;
Dear rose, flower of the roses,
Now give me back my heart.

I loved you through months and years,
With my heart, my mouth and my glances;
Dear rose, flower of the roses,
Now give me back those years.

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Translations of title(s):
"Liebe Rose, Blume der Rosen" = "Dear rose, flower of the roses"
"Lied" = "Song"

This text was added to the website: 2024-05-24
Line count: 12
Word count: 86

Briefchen schrieb und warf in den Wind ich,
Sie fielen ins Meer, und sie fielen auf Sand.
Ketten von Schnee und von Eise, die bind' ich,
Die Sonne zerschmilzt sie in meiner Hand.

[Marie, Marie,]1 du sollst es dir merken:
Am Ende gewinnt, wer dauert im Streit,
[Marie, Marie,]1 das sollst du bedenken:
Es siegt, wer dauert in Ewigkeit.

 I wrote little letters and threw them into the wind;
 they fell into the sea, and they fell onto the sand.
 Into chains of snow and ice, I wind them,
 and the sun melts them in my hands.
 
 Maria, Maria, you must notice:
 he who endures the struggle wins in the end;
 Maria, Maria, you must understand:
 he who endures in eternity is victorious.

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Word count: 65

Am ersten Tage des Maien 
Der Blumen ging ich mich freuen; 
Ein Vöglein kam den Busch entlang, 
Von Liebe das Vöglein sang.

O Vöglein, du kommst von Firenze, 
So sag' mir von Lieb' in dem Lenze: 
"Die Liebe beginnt mit Schallen und Tönen, 
"Die Liebe, sie endet in Jammer und Tränen."

On the first day of May
I went to delight in the flowers;
A birdlet hopped along the bush,
The birdlet sang of love.

Oh birdlet, you come from Florence,
So tell me of love in the springtime:
"Love begins with resounding and chiming,
"Love ends in misery and tears."

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Translations of title(s):
"Am ersten Tag des Maien" = "On the first day of May"
"Am ersten Tage des Maien" = "On the first day of May"

This text was added to the website: 2024-05-01
Line count: 8
Word count: 50

Die Turteltaube ist blieben allein, 
Nun sucht sie den Bulen der Liebe; 
Kommt sie an's Bächlein, taucht sie darein, 
Ist es ein klares, macht sie es trübe.

Dann schlägt sie das Herz mit den Flügeln, 
Und eilet hinweg, und klaget: o Liebe! 
Und schlägt sich an's Herz mit den Flügeln, 
Und jammert und klagt: unselige Liebe!

The turtledove has been left alone,
Now she seeks the Love of her choosing;
If she comes to the little brook, she dives in,
If it is a clear brook, she beclouds it.
 
Then she beats her heart with her wings,
And hurries away, and laments: oh Love!
And beats against her heart with her wings,
And moans and laments:  ill-fated Love!

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Translated titles:
"Die Turteltaube ist blieben allein" = "The turtledove has been left alone"
"Die Turteltaube" = "The turtledove"

This text was added to the website: 2015-12-11
Line count: 8
Word count: 62

Amor, Amor, [lieber]1 Seemann, 
Mir dein Schiffchen leih'st du schon, 
Auf die Meerflut muß ich fahren, 
Denn mein Mädchen ist entfloh'n.

Wenn ich sie ersegelt habe, 
Sie gefangen nehm' ich mir; 
Um den Nacken will ich grimmig 
Eine Kette binden ihr.

Um den Hals will ich ihr knüpfen 
Schöne Dinge hier zur Hand:
Eine Lilie, vier Sterne, 
Und ein Kreuzchen von Demant.

Cupid, Cupid, [darling]1 sailor,
Surely you will lend me your little ship,
I must travel onto the ocean flood,
For my maiden has escaped from me.

When I have sailed and caught up with her,
I shall take her prisoner;
About her neck I shall fiercely
Bind a chain.

About her neck I shall tie
Lovely things that I have at hand:
A lily, four stars,
And a little cross of diamonds.

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Translations of title(s):
"Amor, Amor, kleiner Seemann" = "Cupid, Cupid, little sailor"
"Amor, Amor, lieber Seemann" = "Cupid, Cupid, darling sailor"

¹ Sipergk: "little"; further changes may exist not shown above.

This text was added to the website: 2024-05-22
Line count: 12
Word count: 73

Seh' ich die Straße dich kommen, Geliebte, 
Deine Schritte dann zähl' ich zumal. 
Du machest die Schritte, ich mache die Seufzer, 
So Schritte, so Seufzer, und Zahl um Zahl.

Sage, Geliebte, sind ihrer mehre, 
Die Schritte der Füßchen, die Seufzer der Brust? 
Sage, Geliebte, sind ihrer mehre, 
Die Seufzer der Qualen, die Seufzer der Lust?

When I see you coming down the street, beloved,
I count your footsteps most particularly.
You take the steps, I emit the sighs,
Thus footsteps, thus sighs, one by one.

Tell me, beloved, which are more numerous,
The steps of your little feet, the sighs of my breast?
Tell me, beloved, which are more numerous,
The sighs of agony, the sighs of delight?

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Translations of title(s):
"Lied" = "Song"
"Seh' ich die Straße dich kommen" = "When I see you coming down the street"
"Seh' ich die Straße dich kommen, Geliebte" = "When I see you coming down the street, beloved"
"Seh' ich die Straße dich kommen" = "When I see you coming down the street"
"Seh' ich die Strasse dich kommen, Geliebte" = "When I see you coming down the street, beloved"

This text was added to the website: 2024-05-21
Line count: 8
Word count: 63

Streust du Dornen auf die Gassen,
Gehe nicht mit nackten Füßen;
Klagen soll nicht hören lassen,
Wen Verstand und Sinn verließen.

Ist der Winter angekommen,
Tau des Himmels ist gefallen;
Doch mir Armen kann nicht frommen
Keine Jahreszeit von allen.

Erde hat ihn aufgesogen,
Fiel herab der liebe Segen;
Nur für mich kommt nichts geflogen,
Weder Tau, noch Blumenregen.

If you scatter thorns upon the roads,
Do not walk with bare feet;
He who has lost sanity and sense
Should not let [his] lamenting be heard.

Winter has arrived,
Dew of heaven has fallen;
But for me, the poor one, there is
No time of year that of any use to me.

When the dear blessing fell,
The earth absorbed it;
Only for me nothing comes along,
Neither dew nor a rain of flowers.

Text Authorship:

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Translations of title(s):
"Chor" = "Chorus"
"Ist der Winter angekommen " = "Winter has arrived"
"Streust du Dornen auf die Gassen" = "If you scatter thorns upon the roads"

This text was added to the website: 2024-04-28
Line count: 12
Word count: 75

Wenn ich wüßt', du würd'st mein eigen, 
Ein Matrose wollt' ich werden, 
Wollt' dich malen auf die Segel, 
Und dich zeichnen auf mein Schiff.

O was sagten die Matrosen, 
Säh'n die Liebe sie des Schiffers 
Abgemalt auf allen Segeln?

O was sagten dann die Leute, 
Gingen sie vorbei und sähen, 
Abgemalt des Schiffers Liebe 
Auf der dunkeln Segelbarke?

If I knew you would become my own,
I would become a sailor,
I would paint your image on the sails,
And draw your portrait upon my ship.

Oh, what would the sailors say
If they saw the beloved of the sailor
Depicted upon all the sails?

Oh, what would the people say
When they walked past and saw
The sailor's beloved depicted
Upon the dark sailboat?

Text Authorship:

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Translations of title(s):
"Chor" = "Chorus"
"Wenn ich wüsst', du wär'st mein eigen" = "If I knew you were my own"
"Wenn ich wüsst' du würd'st mein eigen" = "If I knew you would become my own"
"Wenn ich wüsste, du würdest mein eigen" = "If I knew you would become my own"

This text was added to the website: 2024-05-24
Line count: 11
Word count: 67