English translations of Vier Lieder von Heine, opus 3

by L. Deland

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1. Hör' ich das Liedchen klingen  [sung text not yet checked]
by L. Deland , "Hör' ich das Liedchen klingen", op. 3 (Vier Lieder von Heine) no. 2
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Hör' ich das Liedchen klingen,
Das einst die Liebste sang,
[So will mir die Brust]1 zerspringen
[Vor]2 wildem [Schmerzendrang.]3

[Es treibt mich]4 ein dunkles Sehnen
Hinauf [zur]5 Waldeshöh',
Dort löst sich auf in Tränen
Mein übergroßes Weh'.

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Confirmed with Heinrich Heine, Buch der Lieder, Hoffmann und Campe, Hamburg, 1827, page 145.

1 Meyerbeer: "Will mir das Herz"
2 Schumann: "Von"
3 Franz, Hinrichs: "Schmerzensdrang"
4 Meyerbeer: "Mich treibt"
5 Hinrichs: "zu der"

by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856)
1. I hear the dear song sounding
Language: English 
I hear the dear song sounding
That once my beloved sang.
And my heart wants to burst so strongly
From the savage pressure of pain.

A dark longing is driving me
Up into the heights of the woods
Where in my tears can be dissolved
My own colossal woe.

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2. Und wüßten's die Blumen, die kleinen  [sung text not yet checked]
by L. Deland , "Und wüßten's die Blumen, die kleinen", op. 3 (Vier Lieder von Heine) no. 3
Language: German (Deutsch) 
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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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"

by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856)
2. And if the blooms - the small ones - knew
Language: English 
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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3. Am leuchtenden Sommermorgen  [sung text not yet checked]
by L. Deland , "Am leuchtenden Sommermorgen", op. 3 (Vier Lieder von Heine) no. 4
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Am leuchtenden [Sommermorgen]1
Geh' ich im Garten herum.
Es flüstern und sprechen die Blumen,
[Ich aber, ich wandle stumm.]2

Es flüstern und sprechen die Blumen,
Und [schaun]3 mitleidig mich an:
Sei [unserer]4 Schwester nicht böse,
Du trauriger blasser Mann.

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Confirmed with Heinrich Heine, Buch der Lieder, Hoffmann und Campe, Hamburg, 1827, page 150.

Note for stanza 1, line 4: Heine's first version of this poem had "Ich aber wandle stumm."

1 Gaul: "Frühlingsmorgen"; further changes may exist not shown above.
2 Schumann: "Ich aber wandle stumm"
3 Franz: "schauen"
4 Franz, R. Schumann: "unsrer"

by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856)
3. On a shining summer morning
Language: English 
On a shining summer morning
I wander around my garden.
The flowers are whispering and speaking;
I, however, wander silently.

The flowers are whispering and speaking
And look at me sympathetically.
"Do not be angry with our sister,
You sad, pale man."

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