Italian (Italiano) translation of Tragödie

by Anton Grigoryevich Rubinstein (1829 - 1894), "Tragödie", op. 57 (Sechs Lieder) no. 6, published 1862 [ voice and piano ], Leipzig, Senff ; title in English (from 1864 edition?): "A tragedy"

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Entflieh mit mir und sei mein Weib,
Und ruh' an meinem Herzen aus;
Fern in der Fremde sei mein Herz
Dein Vaterland und Vaterhaus.

Gehst du nicht mit, so sterb ich hier
Und du bist einsam und allein;
Und bleibst du auch im Vaterhaus,
Wirst doch wie in der Fremde sein.

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Es fiel ein Reif in der Frühlingsnacht,    
Es fiel auf die zarten Blaublümelein:
Sie sind verwelket, verdorret.

Ein Jüngling hatte ein Mädchen lieb,
Sie flohen heimlich vom Hause fort,
Es wußt' weder Vater noch Mutter.

Sie sind gewandert hin und her,
Sie haben gehabt weder Glück noch Stern,
Sie sind verdorben, gestorben.

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Confirmed with Neue Gedichte von Heinrich Heine, Zehnte Auflage, Hamburg, Hoffmann und Campe, 1871, page 151. Below the number at the top of the text are the following words: "(Dieses ist ein wirkliches Volkslied, welches ich am Rheine gehört.)" which can be translated "This is a real folksong that I heard on the Rhein". See also Backer-Grøndahl's song, which uses some of this text.


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Auf ihrem Grab, da steht eine Linde,
Drin pfeifen die Vögel und Abendwinde,
Und drunter sitzt, auf dem grünen Platz,
Der Müllersknecht mit seinem Schatz.

Die Winde, die wehen so lind und so schaurig,
Die Vögel, die singen so süß und so traurig:
Die schwatzenden Buhlen, die werden stumm,
Sie weinen und wissen selbst nicht warum.

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Author(s): Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856)
Fuggi con me e sii la mia sposa,
e sopra il mio cuore riposa;
Il mio cuore, lontano e in terra straniera,
sia, per te, patria e paterna dimora.

Se non vieni con me, mi tocca morire,
e tu abbandonata e sola dovrai rimanere,
e se pure resterai nella casa paterna
sarà come stare in terra straniera.

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Discese la brina di notte, in primavera,
discese sui delicati fiorellini azzurri:
ed essi appassirono e seccarono.
 
Un giovane si era innamorato di una fanciulla;
fuggirono in segreto dalle loro case,
all'insaputa dei loro genitori.
 
Andarono errando di qua e di là,
non hanno avuto fortuna, né una buona stella,
sono andati in rovina e sono morti.

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Cresce un tiglio presso la loro tomba,
dove fischiano i venti e gli uccelli di sera,
lì sotto sta seduto sopra un verde prato
il garzone del mugnaio con il suo bene amato.

Soffiano i venti, leggeri e sinistri,
soave e triste è degli uccelli il canto,
si fanno muti i sussurri degli amanti,
che, senza capire perché, si sciolgono in pianto.

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Translation © by Ferdinando Albeggiani