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Il viaggio d'inverno
Song Cycle by Franz Peter Schubert (1797 - 1828)
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Fremd bin ich eingezogen, Fremd zieh' ich wieder aus. Der Mai war mir gewogen Mit manchem Blumenstrauß. Das Mädchen sprach von Liebe, Die Mutter gar von Eh' - Nun ist die Welt so trübe, Der Weg gehüllt in Schnee. Ich kann zu meiner Reisen Nicht wählen mit der Zeit: Muß selbst den Weg mir weisen In dieser Dunkelheit. Es zieht ein Mondenschatten Als mein Gefährte mit, Und auf den weißen Matten Such' ich des Wildes Tritt. Was soll ich länger weilen, Daß man mich trieb' hinaus? Laß irre Hunde heulen Vor ihres Herren Haus! Die Liebe liebt das Wandern, - Gott hat sie so gemacht - Von Einem zu dem Andern - Fein Liebchen, gute Nacht! Will dich im Traum nicht stören, Wär' Schad' um deine Ruh', Sollst meinen Tritt nicht hören - Sacht, sacht die Thüre zu! Schreib' im Vorübergehen An's Thor dir gute Nacht, Damit du mögest sehen, An dich hab' ich gedacht.
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- by Wilhelm Müller (1794 - 1827), "Gute Nacht", written 1821-22, appears in Gedichte aus den hinterlassenen Papieren eines reisenden Waldhornisten 2, in Die Winterreise, no. 1, first published 1823
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First published in Urania (see above) with the title "Gute Nacht!" as no. 1 of Wanderlieder von Wilhelm Müller. Die Winterreise. In 12 Liedern.
Straniero sono arrivato, straniero me ne vado. Maggio mi aveva accolto bene, con mazzi di fiori, la fanciulla parlava d'amore, la madre già di nozze, - ora il mondo è così cupo, la via sepolta dalla neve. Io non posso scegliere il tempo per il mio viaggio, devo io stesso trovarmi la strada in questa oscurità. Si allunga un'ombra di luna e mi accompagna, e suille distese bianche cerco l'orma degli animali selvatici. Che cosa aspetto ancora, che mi si cacci via? Abbaiano i cani impazziti davanti alle vostre case; l'amore ama andare in giro - Dio lo ha fatto così - dall'uno all'altro, amore mio, buona notte! Non voglio disturbare i tuoi sogni, sarebbe un peccato per il tuo riposo, non sentirai il mio passo, piano piano chiuderò la porta! E scrivo, andandomene via, sulla porta per te: buona notte, così vedi che ho pensato a te.
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Der Wind spielt mit der Wetterfahne Auf meines schönen Liebchens Haus. Da dacht' ich schon in meinem Wahne, Sie pfiff' den armen Flüchtling aus. Er hätt' es eher bemerken sollen, Des Hauses aufgestecktes Schild, So hätt' er nimmer suchen wollen Im Haus' ein treues Frauenbild. Der Wind spielt drinnen mit den Herzen, Wie auf dem Dach, nur nicht so laut. Was fragen sie nach meinen Schmerzen? Ihr Kind ist eine reiche Braut.
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- by Wilhelm Müller (1794 - 1827), "Die Wetterfahne", written 1821-22, appears in Gedichte aus den hinterlassenen Papieren eines reisenden Waldhornisten 2, in Die Winterreise, no. 2, first published 1823
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First published in Urania (see above) as no. 2 of Wanderlieder von Wilhelm Müller. Die Winterreise. In 12 Liedern.
Il vento gioca con la banderuola sulla casa del mio bell'amore. E io ho pensato nella mia follia: è lei che soffiando caccia via il povero ramingo. Lui avrebbe dovuto notarlo, lo stemma esposto sulla casa, così come non avrebbe mai dovuto cercare in quella casa una fedele figura di donna. Il vento gioca dentro col cuore, come sul tetto, solo non così forte. Che volete sapere del mio dolore? Vostra figlia è una sposa ricca!
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Gefrorne Tropfen fallen Von meinen Wangen ab: Ob es mir denn entgangen, Daß ich geweinet hab'? Ei Thränen, meine Thränen, Und seid ihr gar so lau, Daß ihr erstarrt zu Eise, Wie kühler Morgenthau? Und dringt doch aus der Quelle Der Brust so glühend heiß, Als wolltet ihr zerschmelzen Des ganzen Winters Eis.
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- by Wilhelm Müller (1794 - 1827), "Gefrorene Thränen", written 1821-1822, appears in Gedichte aus den hinterlassenen Papieren eines reisenden Waldhornisten 2, in Die Winterreise, no. 3, first published 1823
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First published in Urania (see above) as no. 3 of Wanderlieder von Wilhelm Müller. Die Winterreise. In 12 Liedern.
Note for stanza 3, line 1: in the repetition, "Und" becomes "Ihr" in Schubert's song.
Lacrime di ghiaccio cadono giù sulle mie guance: come è successo, che io pianto? Ah, lacrime, lacrime mie, e siete così tiepide che diventate ghiaccio come la fresca rugiada del mattino? Eppure sgorgate dalla fonte del petto così calde, così ardenti, come se voleste sciogliere il ghiaccio di tutto l'inverno!
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Ich such' im Schnee vergebens Nach ihrer Tritte Spur, Wo sie an meinem Arme Durchstrich die grüne Flur. Ich will den Boden küssen, Durchdringen Eis und Schnee Mit meinen heißen Thränen, Bis ich die Erde seh'. Wo find' ich eine Blüthe, Wo find' ich grünes Gras? Die Blumen sind erstorben, Der Rasen sieht so blaß. Soll denn kein Angedenken Ich nehmen mit von hier? Wenn meine Schmerzen schweigen, Wer sagt mir dann von ihr? Mein Herz ist wie erstorben, Kalt starrt ihr Bild darin: Schmilzt je das Herz mir wieder, Fließt auch ihr Bild dahin.
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- by Wilhelm Müller (1794 - 1827), "Erstarrung", written 1821-22, appears in Gedichte aus den hinterlassenen Papieren eines reisenden Waldhornisten 2, in Die Winterreise, no. 4, first published 1823
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First published in Urania (see above) as no. 4 of Wanderlieder von Wilhelm Müller. Die Winterreise. In 12 Liedern.
Io cerco invano nella neve la traccia del suo passo, dove lei, al mio braccio, passava per i prati verdi. Io voglio baciare il suolo, perforare ghiaccio e neve con le mie ardenti lacrime, fino a vedere la terra! Dove trovo un fiore, dove trovo erba verde? I fiori sono morti, il prato è così pallido. Non devo portarmi nessun ricordo da qui? Quando il mio dolore si sarà calmato, chi mi parlerà di lei? Il mio cuore è come morto, fredda porta l'immagine di lei; se mi si strugge il cuore, scompare anche l'immagine!
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Am Brunnen vor dem Thore Da steht ein Lindenbaum: Ich träumt' in seinem Schatten So manchen süßen Traum. Ich schnitt in seine Rinde So manches liebe Wort; Es zog in Freud' und Leide Zu ihm mich immer fort. Ich mußt' auch heute wandern Vorbei in tiefer Nacht, Da hab' ich noch im [Dunkel]1 Die Augen zugemacht. Und seine Zweige rauschten, Als riefen sie mir zu: Komm her zu mir, Geselle, Hier findst du deine Ruh'! Die kalten Winde bliesen Mir grad' in's Angesicht, Der Hut flog mir vom Kopfe, Ich wendete mich nicht. Nun bin ich manche Stunde Entfernt von jenem Ort, Und immer hör' ich's rauschen: Du fändest Ruhe dort!
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- by Wilhelm Müller (1794 - 1827), "Der Lindenbaum", written 1821-22, appears in Gedichte aus den hinterlassenen Papieren eines reisenden Waldhornisten 2, in Die Winterreise, no. 5, first published 1823
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First published in Urania (see above) as no. 5 of Wanderlieder von Wilhelm Müller. Die Winterreise. In 12 Liedern.
Alla fontana, davanti al portone, sta un tiglio; ho sognato alla sua ombra tanti dolcissimi sogni. Ho inciso nella sua corteccia tante parole d'amore; nella gioia e nel dolore mi attirava sempre a sé. Sono passato là davanti, oggi, nella notte oscura, e pure nel buio ho chiuso gli occhi. E i suoi rami mormoravano, come per dirmi: vieni qui da me, amico, qui troveresti la tua pace! I venti gelidi mi soffiavano in viso, mi volò via il cappello; non mi voltai. Ora sono lontano qualche ora di viaggio da quel luogo, e sempre lo sento mormorare: là troveresti pace!
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Manche Thrän' aus meinen Augen Ist gefallen in den Schnee; Seine kalten Flocken saugen Durstig ein das heiße Weh. Wenn die Gräser sprossen wollen, Weht daher ein lauer Wind, Und das Eis zerspringt in Schollen, Und der weiche Schnee zerrinnt. Schnee, du weißt von meinem Sehnen: Sag, wohin doch geht dein Lauf? Folge nach nur meinen Thränen, Nimmt dich bald das Bächlein auf. Wirst mit ihm die Stadt durchziehen, Muntre Straßen ein und aus: Fühlst du meine Thränen glühen, Da ist meiner Liebsten Haus.
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- by Wilhelm Müller (1794 - 1827), "Wasserfluth", written 1821-22, appears in Gedichte aus den hinterlassenen Papieren eines reisenden Waldhornisten 2, in Die Winterreise, no. 7, first published 1823
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First published in Urania (see above) as no. 6 of Wanderlieder von Wilhelm Müller. Die Winterreise. In 12 Liedern.
Qualche lacrima dai miei occhi è caduta nella neve; i suoi freddi fiocchi bevono assetati l'ardente dolore. Quando l'erba spunterà al soffio di un vento tiepido, il ghiaccio si farà a pezzi e la morbida neve si scioglierà. Neve, tu sai come mi struggo, di', dove va il tuo cammino? Segui le mie lacrime, ti prenderà presto il ruscello. Con lui attraverserai la città, di qua e di là per le liete strade; ma quando sentirai le mie lacrime bruciare, là è la casa della mia amata.
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Der du so lustig rauschtest, Du heller, wilder Fluß, Wie still bist du geworden, Giebst keinen Scheidegruß. Mit harter, starrer Rinde Hast du dich überdeckt, Liegst kalt und unbeweglich Im Sande ausgestreckt. In deine Decke grab' ich Mit einem spitzen Stein Den Namen meiner Liebsten Und Stund' und Tag hinein: Den Tag des ersten Grußes, Den Tag, an dem ich ging, Um Nam' und Zahlen windet Sich ein zerbrochner Ring. Mein Herz, in diesem Bache Erkennst du nun dein Bild? Ob's unter seiner Rinde Wohl auch so reißend schwillt?
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- by Wilhelm Müller (1794 - 1827), "Auf dem Flusse", written 1821-22, appears in Gedichte aus den hinterlassenen Papieren eines reisenden Waldhornisten 2, in Die Winterreise, no. 8, first published 1823
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First published in Urania (see above) as no. 7 of Wanderlieder von Wilhelm Müller. Die Winterreise. In 12 Liedern.
Tu, che scorrevi così lieto, tu chiaro, selvaggio fiume, come sei diventato silenzioso, non mi dai neanche l'addio. Con una dura scorza ghiacciata ti sei ricoperto, giaci freddo e immobile disteso nel greto. Nella tua superficie incido con un sasso appuntito il nome della mia amata, ed anche l'ora e il giorno: il giorno del primo saluto, il giorno in cui me ne andai; intorno al nome e ai numeri gira un anello spezzato. Cuore mio, in questo ruscello riconosci ora la tua immagine? Se sotto la sua scorza la corrente si gonfia e trascina?
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Es brennt mir unter beiden Sohlen, Tret' ich auch schon auf Eis und Schnee. Ich möcht' nicht wieder Athem holen, Bis ich nicht mehr die Thürme seh'. Hab' mich an jeden Stein gestoßen, So eilt' ich zu der Stadt hinaus; Die Krähen warfen Bäll' und Schloßen Auf meinen Hut von jedem Haus. Wie anders hast du mich empfangen, Du Stadt der Unbeständigkeit! An deinen blanken Fenstern sangen Die Lerch' und Nachtigall im Streit. Die runden Lindenbäume blühten, Die klaren Rinnen rauschten hell, Und ach, zwei Mädchenaugen glühten! - Da war's geschehn um dich, Gesell! Kömmt mir der Tag in die Gedanken, Möcht' ich noch einmal rückwärts sehn, Möcht' ich zurücke wieder wanken, Vor ihrem Hause stille stehn.
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- by Wilhelm Müller (1794 - 1827), "Rückblick", written 1821-22, appears in Gedichte aus den hinterlassenen Papieren eines reisenden Waldhornisten 2, in Die Winterreise, no. 9, first published 1823
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First published in Urania (see above) as no. 8 of Wanderlieder von Wilhelm Müller. Die Winterreise. In 12 Liedern.
Mi brucia sotto i piedi, cammino già su ghiaccio e neve, non voglio riprendere fiato, fin che non veda più le torri. Ho sbattuto su ogni sasso, affrettandomi fuori dalla città; le cornacchie gettavano sporcizia e grandine sul mio cappello da ogni casa. Come diversamente mi hai accolto, tu città dell'incostanza! Ale tue ridenti finestre cantavano a gara l'allodola e l'usignolo. I tigli rotondi fiorivano, le liete fontane scorrevano limpide, e ahimè due occhi di fanciulla ardevano. E' finita per te, amico! Se mi viene in mente il giorno, voglio ancora una volta guardare indietro, voglio di nuovo tornare indietro incerto e stare in silenzio davanti ala sua porta.
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In die tiefsten Felsengründe Lockte mich ein Irrlicht hin: Wie ich einen Ausgang finde, Liegt nicht schwer mir in dem Sinn. Bin gewohnt das irre Gehen, 'S führt ja jeder Weg zum Ziel: Unsre Freuden, unsre Leiden, Alles eines Irrlichts Spiel! Durch des Bergstroms trockne Rinnen Wind' ich ruhig mich hinab - Jeder Strom wird's Meer gewinnen, Jedes Leiden auch sein Grab.
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- by Wilhelm Müller (1794 - 1827), "Das Irrlicht", written 1821-22, appears in Gedichte aus den hinterlassenen Papieren eines reisenden Waldhornisten 2, in Die Winterreise, no. 18, first published 1823
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First published in Urania (see above) as no. 9 of Wanderlieder von Wilhelm Müller. Die Winterreise. In 12 Liedern.
Verso il fondo più profondo dei campi mi attirava un fuoco fatuo: come trovare una via d'uscita, mi è venuto in mente facilmente. Abituato ad andare ramingo, ogni strada mi porta alla meta: le nostre gioie, i nostri dolori, tutto gioco di un fuoco fatuo! Attraverso i greti dei torrenti di montagna mi volgo tranquillo verso valle, ogni fiume finisce nel mare, ogni dolore nella sua tomba.
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Nun merk' ich erst, wie müd' ich bin, Da ich zur Ruh' mich lege; Das Wandern hielt mich munter hin Auf unwirthbarem Wege. Die Füße frugen nicht nach Rast, Es war zu kalt zum Stehen, Der Rücken fühlte keine Last, Der Sturm half fort mich wehen. In eines Köhlers engem Haus Hab' Obdach ich gefunden; Doch meine Glieder ruhn nicht aus: So brennen ihre Wunden. Auch du, mein Herz, in Kampf und Sturm So wild und so verwegen, Fühlst in der Still' erst deinen Wurm Mit heißem Stich sich regen!
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- by Wilhelm Müller (1794 - 1827), "Rast", written 1821-22, appears in Gedichte aus den hinterlassenen Papieren eines reisenden Waldhornisten 2, in Die Winterreise, no. 19, first published 1823
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First published in Urania (see above) as no. 10 of Wanderlieder von Wilhelm Müller. Die Winterreise. In 12 Liedern.
Ora mi accorgo di quanto sono stanco, ora che mi metto a riposare; andare in giro mi ha sostenuto su strade impervie. I piedi non cercano riposo, c'è troppo freddo per stare fermi; la schiena non sente fatica, la tempesta mi ha spinto avanti. Nella casa di un carbonaio ho trovato riparo; ma le mie membra non hanno riposo: così bruciano le loro ferite. Anche tu, cuore mio, in battaglia e tempesta così selvaggio e ardito, senti solo nella quiete il tuo tormento che si sveglia con morsi di fuoco!
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Ich träumte von bunten Blumen, So wie sie wohl blühen im Mai, Ich träumte von grünen Wiesen, Von lustigem Vogelgeschrei. Und als die Hähne krähten, Da ward mein Auge wach; Da war es kalt und finster, Es schrieen die Raben vom Dach. Doch an den Fensterscheiben, Wer [mahlte]1 die Blätter da? Ihr lacht wohl über den Träumer, Der Blumen im Winter sah? Ich träumte von Lieb' um Liebe, Von einer schönen Maid, Von Herzen und von Küssen, Von [Wonn']2 und Seligkeit. Und als die Hähne krähten, Da ward mein Herze wach; Nun sitz' ich hier alleine Und denke dem Traume nach. Die Augen schließ' ich wieder, Noch schlägt das Herz so warm. Wann grünt ihr Blätter am Fenster? Wann halt' ich [dich, Liebchen,]3 im Arm?
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- by Wilhelm Müller (1794 - 1827), "Frühlingstraum", written 1821-22, appears in Gedichte aus den hinterlassenen Papieren eines reisenden Waldhornisten 2, in Die Winterreise, no. 21, first published 1823
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Note: in stanza 3, modern German would change the spelling of "mahlte" to "malte" (this spelling appeared in posthumous editions as early as 1864 - cf. Ausgewählte Gedichte von Wilhelm Müller, Leipzig: F. A. Brockhaus, 1864).
First published in Urania (see above) as no. 11 of Wanderlieder von Wilhelm Müller. Die Winterreise. In 12 Liedern.
Ho sognato fiori variopinti, come fioriscono a maggio, ho sognato prati verdi e liete grida d'uccelli. E quando cantarono i galli, i miei occhi si svegliarono; era freddo e buio, gridavano sul tetto le cornacchie. Ma ai vetri della finestra, chi ha dipinto qua le foglie? Voi ridete del sognatore che ha visto i fiori in inverno? Ho sognato l'amore corrisposto di una bella fanciulla, carezze e baci, voluttà e gioia. E quando cantarono i galli, il mio cuore si svegliò; ora sono qui solo e penso ancora al sogno. Chiudo di nuovo gli occhi, caldo batte ancora il cuore. Quando spunterete verdi foglie alla finestra? Quando stringerò fra le braccia il mio amore?
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Wie eine trübe Wolke Durch heitre Lüfte geht, [Wann]1 in der [Tanne]2 Wipfel Ein mattes Lüftchen weht: So zieh' ich meine Straße Dahin mit trägem Fuß, Durch helles, frohes Leben, Einsam und ohne Gruß. Ach, daß die Luft so ruhig! Ach, daß die Welt so licht! Als noch die Stürme tobten, War ich so elend nicht.
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- by Wilhelm Müller (1794 - 1827), "Einsamkeit", written 1821-22, appears in Gedichte aus den hinterlassenen Papieren eines reisenden Waldhornisten 2, in Die Winterreise, no. 22, first published 1823
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First published in Urania (see above) as no. 12 of Wanderlieder von Wilhelm Müller. Die Winterreise. In 12 Liedern.
Come una nube di tempesta va per l'aria serena, quando sulla cima degli abeti soffia un'auretta lieve: così vado per la mia strada, avanti, con passo pesante, attraverso la vita chiara e lieta, io solo, che nessuno saluta. Ah, quest'aria così ferma! Ah, questo mondo così luminoso! Quando tuonavano le tempeste, non ero così desolato.
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Von der Straße her ein Posthorn klingt. Was hat es, daß es so hoch aufspringt, Mein Herz? Die Post bringt keinen Brief für dich: Was drängst du denn so wunderlich, Mein Herz? Nun ja, die Post kommt aus der Stadt, Wo ich ein liebes Liebchen hatt', Mein Herz! Willst wohl einmal hinüber sehn, Und fragen, wie es dort mag gehn, Mein Herz?
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- by Wilhelm Müller (1794 - 1827), "Die Post", written 1823, appears in Gedichte aus den hinterlassenen Papieren eines reisenden Waldhornisten 2, in Die Winterreise, no. 6, first published 1824
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Dalla strada sento il corno di un postiglione. Che c'è da agitarsi tanto, cuore mio? La posta non porta nessuna lettera per te. Perché balzi così strano, cuore mio? Ma sì, la posta viene dalla città, dove io avevo una persona cara, cuore mio! Vuoi ancora una volta dare uno sguardo e domandare come va là, cuore mio?
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Der Reif [hatt']1 einen weißen Schein Mir über's Haar gestreuet. Da [meint']2 ich schon ein Greis zu sein, Und hab' mich sehr gefreuet. Doch bald ist er hinweggethaut, Hab' wieder schwarze Haare, Daß mir's vor meiner Jugend graut - Wie weit noch bis zur Bahre! Vom Abendroth zum Morgenlicht Ward mancher Kopf zum Greise. Wer glaubt's? Und meiner ward es nicht Auf dieser ganzen Reise!
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- by Wilhelm Müller (1794 - 1827), "Der greise Kopf", written 1822-23, appears in Gedichte aus den hinterlassenen Papieren eines reisenden Waldhornisten 2, in Die Winterreise, no. 10, first published 1823
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First published in Deutsche Blätter(see above) as no. 1 of the installment of Die Winterreise. Lieder von Wilhelm Müller.
La brina di una luce bianca ha sparso il mio capo; ed io credetti di essere già vecchio, e me ne rallegrai. Ma quando è venuta via, ho di nuovo i capelli scuri, e la mia gioventù mi tormenta - quanto lontana ancora dalla bara! Dal tramonto all'aurora molte teste si sono fatte bianche. Chi lo crede? La mia no, in tutto questo viaggio!
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Eine Krähe [war]1 mit mir Aus der Stadt gezogen, Ist bis heute für und für Um mein Haupt geflogen. Krähe, wunderliches Thier, Willst mich nicht verlassen? Meinst wohl bald als Beute hier Meinen Leib zu fassen? Nun, es wird nicht weit mehr gehn An dem Wanderstabe. Krähe, laß mich endlich sehn Treue bis zum Grabe!
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- by Wilhelm Müller (1794 - 1827), "Die Krähe", written 1822-23, appears in Gedichte aus den hinterlassenen Papieren eines reisenden Waldhornisten 2, in Die Winterreise, no. 11, first published 1823
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First published in Deutsche Blätter (see above) as no. 3 of the installment of Die Winterreise. Lieder von Wilhelm Müller.
Una cornacchia era venuta con me via dalla città, fino ad oggi sempre ancora è volata sulla mia testa. Cornacchia, strano animale, non mi vuoi lasciare? Vuoi dire forse che presto ti ciberai del mio cadavere? Ora, non andrò più lontano col mio bastone da viandante. Cornacchia, lasciami infine vedere la fedeltà fino alla tomba!
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Hie und da ist an den Bäumen Manches bunte Blatt zu sehn, Und ich bleibe vor den Bäumen Oftmals in Gedanken stehn. Schaue nach dem einen Blatte, Hänge meine Hoffnung dran; Spielt der Wind mit meinem Blatte, Zittr' ich, was ich zittern kann. Ach, und fällt das Blatt zu Boden, Fällt mit ihm die Hoffnung ab, Fall' ich selber mit zu Boden, Wein' auf meiner Hoffnung Grab.
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- by Wilhelm Müller (1794 - 1827), "Letzte Hoffnung", written 1822-23, appears in Gedichte aus den hinterlassenen Papieren eines reisenden Waldhornisten 2, in Die Winterreise, no. 12, first published 1823
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First published in Deutsche Blätter (see above) as no. 2 of the installment of Die Winterreise. Lieder von Wilhelm Müller.
Qui e là sugli alberi si vede ancora qualche foglia colorata, e io sto davanti agli alberi, assorto nei miei pensieri. Guardo proprio ad una foglia, affido a lei la mia speranza; gioca il vento con la mia foglia, tremo, quanto posso tremare. Ah, cade la foglia a terra, cade con lei la mia speranza; cado io stesso con lei a terra, piango sulla tomba della mia speranza.
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Es bellen die Hunde, es rasseln die Ketten. Es schlafen die Menschen in ihren Betten, Träumen sich Manches, was sie nicht haben, Thun sich im Guten und Argen erlaben: Und Morgen früh ist Alles zerflossen. - Je nun, sie haben ihr Theil genossen, Und hoffen, was sie noch übrig ließen, Doch wieder zu finden auf ihren Kissen. Bellt mich nur fort, ihr wachen Hunde, Laßt mich nicht ruhn in der Schlummerstunde! Ich bin zu Ende mit allen Träumen - Was will ich unter den Schläfern säumen?
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- by Wilhelm Müller (1794 - 1827), "Im Dorfe", written 1822-23, appears in Gedichte aus den hinterlassenen Papieren eines reisenden Waldhornisten 2, in Die Winterreise, no. 13, first published 1823
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First published in Deutsche Blätter (see above) as no. 4 of the installment of Die Winterreise. Lieder von Wilhelm Müller.
Abbaiano i cani, fanno rumore le catene; dormono le persone nei loro letti, sognano forse ciò che non hanno, fanno esperineza del bene e del male; e domani mattina è tutto scomparso. Ed ora, hanno avuto la loro parte e sperano, ciò che ancora gli resta, di trovarlo sotto il cuscino. Abbaite contro di me, cani da guardia, non lasciatemi in pace nell'ora del riposo! Io ho finito coi sogni. Che cosa voglio tra quelli che sognano?
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Wie hat der Sturm zerrissen Des Himmels graues Kleid! Die Wolkenfetzen flattern Umher im mattem Streit. Und rothe Feuerflammen Ziehn zwischen ihnen hin. Das nenn' ich einen Morgen So recht nach meinem Sinn! Mein Herz sieht an dem Himmel Gemahlt sein eignes Bild - Es ist nichts als der Winter, Der Winter kalt und wild!
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- by Wilhelm Müller (1794 - 1827), "Der stürmische Morgen", written 1822-23, appears in Gedichte aus den hinterlassenen Papieren eines reisenden Waldhornisten 2, in Die Winterreise, no. 14, first published 1823
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First published in Deutsche Blätter (see above) as no. 5 of the installment of Die Winterreise. Lieder von Wilhelm Müller.
Come la tempesta ha strappato la veste grigia del cielo! Brandelli di nuvole pendono qua e là nella stanca lotta. E rosse lingue di fuoco balenano in mezzo, questa è una mattina adatta al mio sentire! Il mio cuore vede nel cielo dipinto il suo ritratto - non è altro che l'inverno, l'inverno freddo e feroce!
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Ein Licht tanzt freundlich vor mir her; Ich folg' ihm nach die Kreuz und Quer; Ich folg' ihm gern, und seh's ihm an, Daß es verlockt den Wandersmann. Ach, wer wie ich so elend ist, Giebt gern sich hin der bunten List, Die hinter Eis und Nacht und Graus Ihm weist ein helles, warmes Haus, Und eine liebe Seele drin - Nur Täuschung ist für mich Gewinn!
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- by Wilhelm Müller (1794 - 1827), "Täuschung", written 1823, appears in Gedichte aus den hinterlassenen Papieren eines reisenden Waldhornisten 2, in Die Winterreise, no. 15, first published 1824
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Una luce danza amica davanti a me, la seguo di qua e di là; la seguo volentieri e la guardo, come attira il viandante. Ah! chi è desolato come me, si affida volentieri al variopinto inganno, che dietro il ghiaccio, la notte e lo squallore gli mostra una casa lieta e calda, ed un'anima cara là dentro. - Solo illusione è tutto quello che mi resta!
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Was vermeid' ich denn die Wege, Wo die andern Wandrer gehn, Suche mir versteckte Stege Durch verschneite Felsenhöhn? Habe ja doch nichts begangen, Daß ich Menschen sollte scheun - Welch ein thörichtes Verlangen Treibt mich in die Wüstenein? Weiser stehen auf den Wegen, Weisen auf die Städte zu, Und ich wandre sonder Maßen, Ohne Ruh', und suche Ruh'. Einen Weiser seh' ich stehen Unverrückt vor meinem Blick; Eine Straße muß ich gehen, Die noch Keiner ging zurück.
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- by Wilhelm Müller (1794 - 1827), "Der Wegweiser", written 1822-23, appears in Gedichte aus den hinterlassenen Papieren eines reisenden Waldhornisten 2, in Die Winterreise, no. 16, first published 1823
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First published in Deutsche Blätter (see above) as no. 7 of the installment of Die Winterreise. Lieder von Wilhelm Müller.
Perché evito le strade dove vanno gli altri viandanti, e mi cerco sentieri solitari per le alte rocce innevate? Non ho fatto nulla per cui debba evitare la gente, - quale insano desiderio mi trascina nei deserti? Segnali stanno per le strade, indicano le città, ed io vado senza misura, senza pace, e cerco pace. Un segnale vedo stare immobile davanti al mio sguardo: una strada devo andare, da cui nessuno è tornato indietro.
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Auf einen Todtenacker Hat mich mein Weg gebracht. Allhier will ich einkehren: Hab' ich bei mir gedacht. Ihr grünen Todtenkränze Könnt wohl die Zeichen sein, Die müde Wandrer laden In's kühle Wirthshaus ein. Sind denn in diesem Hause Die Kammern all' besetzt? Bin matt zum Niedersinken, Bin tödtlich schwer verletzt. O unbarmherz'ge Schenke, Doch weisest du mich ab? Nun weiter denn, nur weiter, Mein treuer Wanderstab!
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- by Wilhelm Müller (1794 - 1827), "Das Wirthshaus", written 1822-23, appears in Gedichte aus den hinterlassenen Papieren eines reisenden Waldhornisten 2, in Die Winterreise, no. 17, first published 1823
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First published in Deutsche Blätter (see above) as no. 8 of the installment of Die Winterreise. Lieder von Wilhelm Müller.
Ad un cimitero mi ha portato il mio cammino; proprio qui voglio fermarmi, ho pensato fra di me. Voi verdi ghirlande potreste essere il segno che invita lo stanco viandante nella gelida locanda. In questa casa, sono occupate tutte le stanze? Sono stanco, cado a terra, ferito a morte. Tu, oste senza pietà, mi cacci via? E dunque avanti, avanti ancora, mio fedele bastone!
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Translation of title "Das Wirtshaus" = "La locanda"
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Fliegt der Schnee mir in's Gesicht, Schüttl' ich ihn herunter. Wenn mein Herz im Busen spricht, Sing' ich hell und munter. Höre nicht, was es mir sagt, Habe keine Ohren. Fühle nicht, was es mir klagt, Klagen ist für Thoren. Lustig in die Welt hinein Gegen Wind und Wetter! Will kein Gott auf Erden sein, Sind wir selber Götter.
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- by Wilhelm Müller (1794 - 1827), "Muth!", written 1822-23, appears in Gedichte aus den hinterlassenen Papieren eines reisenden Waldhornisten 2, in Die Winterreise, no. 23, first published 1823
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First published in Deutsche Blätter (see above) as no. 9 of the installment of Die Winterreise. Lieder von Wilhelm Müller.
Mi vola la neve sul viso, la scuoto via. Se il cuore mi parla nel petto, canto chiaro e allegro. Non ascolto ciò che mi dice, non ho orecchie; non voglio sentire i suoi lamenti, lamentarsi è da stolti. Lieto nel mondo, sempre avanti, contro vento e tempesta! Se non c'è nessun dio in terra, siamo noi stessi dèi!
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Drei Sonnen [sah']1 ich am Himmel stehn, Hab' lang' und fest sie angesehn; Und sie auch standen da so stier, Als [könnten]2 sie nicht weg von mir. Ach, meine Sonnen seid ihr nicht! Schaut [Andren]3 doch in's Angesicht! [Ja]4, neulich hatt' ich auch wohl drei: Nun sind hinab die besten zwei. Ging' nur die dritt' erst hinterdrein! Im [Dunkel]5 wird mir wohler sein.
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- by Wilhelm Müller (1794 - 1827), "Die Nebensonnen", written 1822-23, appears in Gedichte aus den hinterlassenen Papieren eines reisenden Waldhornisten 2, in Die Winterreise, no. 20, first published 1823
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First published in Deutsche Blätter (see above) as no. 6 of the installment of Die Winterreise. Lieder von Wilhelm Müller.
Tre astri come il sole vedo in cielo, li ho visti a lungo, fermi; e stavano così fissi, come se non volessero staccarsi da me. Ah, nessuno di voi è il mio sole! Guardate in viso qualcun altro! Sì, da poco ne avevo ancora tre; ora sono tramontati i due migliori. Se ne vada anche il terzo! Al buio starò meglio.
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Drüben hinter'm Dorfe Steht ein Leiermann, Und mit starren Fingern Dreht er was er kann. Baarfuß auf dem Eise Wankt er hin und her; Und sein kleiner Teller Bleibt ihm immer leer. Keiner mag ihn hören, Keiner sieht ihn an; Und die Hunde knurren Um den alten Mann. Und er läßt es gehen Alles, wie es will, Dreht, und seine Leier Steht ihm nimmer still. Wunderlicher Alter, Soll ich mit dir gehn? Willst zu meinen Liedern Deine Leier drehn?
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- by Wilhelm Müller (1794 - 1827), "Der Leiermann", written 1822-23, appears in Gedichte aus den hinterlassenen Papieren eines reisenden Waldhornisten 2, in Die Winterreise, no. 24, first published 1823
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First published in Deutsche Blätter (see above) as no. 10 of the installment of Die Winterreise. Lieder von Wilhelm Müller.
Dall'altra parte del paese sta un uomo con l'organino e con le dita rattrappite suona come può. Scalzo sul ghiaccio va di qua e di là e il suo piattino resta sempre vuoto. Nessuno lo sente, nessuno lo vede, e i cani abbaiano contro il vecchio. E lui lascia andare tutto come va, suona e il suo organino non sta mai zitto. Strano vecchio, posso venire con te? Vuoi girare il tuo organino per le mie canzoni?
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Wilhelm Müller (1794 - 1827), "Der Leiermann", written 1822-23, appears in Gedichte aus den hinterlassenen Papieren eines reisenden Waldhornisten 2, in Die Winterreise, no. 24, first published 1823
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