English translations of Drei Lieder für 1 Singstimme mit Pianoforte, opus 62

by Carl Heinrich Döring (1834 - 1916)

1. Viel Träume sind zerronnen  [sung text not yet checked]
by Carl Heinrich Döring (1834 - 1916), "Viel Träume sind zerronnen", op. 62 (Drei Lieder für 1 Singstimme mit Pianoforte) no. 1, published 1886 [ voice and piano ], Dresden, Hoffarth
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Viel [Vögel]1 sind geflogen,
  Viel Blumen sind verblüht,
Viel Wolken sind gezogen,
  Viel Sterne sind verglüht;
Vom Fels aus Waldesbronnen
  Sind Wasser viel geschäumt:
Viel Träume sind zerronnen,
  Die du, mein Herz, geträumt.

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1 Könitz: "Vöglein"; further changes may exist not shown above.

by Robert Hamerling (1830 - 1889)
1.
Language: English 
Many birds have flown,
Many flowers have bloomed,
Many clouds have passed,
Many stars have gleamed;
Out of the stony spring in the wood
Many waters have foamed:
Many dreams have melted away,
That you, my heart, once dreamed.

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2. Herbst  [sung text not yet checked]
by Carl Heinrich Döring (1834 - 1916), "Herbst", op. 62 (Drei Lieder für 1 Singstimme mit Pianoforte) no. 2, published 1886 [ voice and piano ], Dresden, Hoffarth
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Nun ist es Herbst, die Blätter fallen,
  Den Wald durchbraust des Scheidens Weh;
Den Lenz und seine Nachtigallen
  [Versäumt']1 ich auf der wüsten See.

Der Himmel schien so mild, so helle,
  Verloren ging sein warmes Licht;
Es blühte nicht die Meereswelle,
  Die rohen Winde sangen nicht.

Und mir verging die Jugend traurig,
  Des Frühlings Wonne blieb versäumt;
Der Herbst durchweht mich trennungsschaurig,
  Mein Herz dem Tod entgegenträumt.

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1 Wolf: "Verträumt' "

by Nikolaus Lenau (1802 - 1850)
2. Autumn
Language: English 
Now it is autumn. The leaves are falling.
  Through the forest roars the pain of parting.
Spring and all its nightingales
  I [missed out on]1 upon the barren ocean.
 
The sky shone so mildly, so brightly.
  Its warm light was lost;
The ocean wave did not bloom,
  The raw winds did not sing.
 
And thus youth passed sadly for me,
  The joy of springtime remained untasted.
Autumn wafts through me with the shuddering of parting;
  My heart dreams its way toward death.

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"Herbst" = "Autumn"
"Herbstlied" = "Autumn song"
"Herbstgefühl" = "Autumnal feeling"

1 Wolf: "dreamed away"


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3. Letzter Wunsch  [sung text not yet checked]
by Carl Heinrich Döring (1834 - 1916), "Letzter Wunsch", op. 62 (Drei Lieder für 1 Singstimme mit Pianoforte) no. 3, published 1886 [ voice and piano ], Dresden, Hoffarth
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Wenn dies Herz hat ausgeschlagen,
Mögt ihr's still zu Grabe tragen,
Spart am Sarge Kranz und Bier,
Nur ein Kreuz vergönnet mir.
Pflanzt auch keine duft'gen Rosen
Auf das Grab des Freudelosen,
Wählt für meine Schlummerstatt
Immergrün und Epheublatt.

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by Julius Karl Reinhold Sturm (1816 - 1896)
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