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Amore e vita di donna
Song Cycle by Robert Schumann (1810 - 1856)
View original-language texts alone: Frauenliebe und -Leben
Seit ich ihn gesehen, Glaub' ich blind zu sein; Wo ich hin nur blicke, Seh' ich ihn allein; Wie im wachen Traume Schwebt sein Bild mir vor, Taucht aus tiefstem Dunkel, Heller nur empor. Sonst ist licht- und farblos Alles um mich her, Nach der Schwestern Spiele Nicht begehr' ich mehr, Möchte lieber weinen, Still im Kämmerlein; Seit ich ihn gesehen, Glaub' ich blind zu sein.
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- by Adelbert von Chamisso (1781 - 1838), no title, appears in Lieder und lyrisch epische Gedichte, in Frauen-Liebe und Leben, no. 1
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Da quando lo vidi, mi sembra di essere cieca, dovunque io guardi, vedo solo lui; come in un sogno cosciente mi sta davanti la sua immagine, dalle profonde tenebre sorge più chiara. Tutto il resto è senza luce e senza colore intorno a me, i giochi delle sorelle non mi interessano più, preferisco piangere in silenzio nella mia cameretta; da quando lo vidi, mi sembra di essere cieca.
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Er, der Herrlichste von allen, Wie so milde, wie so gut! Holde Lippen, klares Auge, Heller Sinn und fester Muth. So wie dort in blauer Tiefe, Hell und herrlich, jener Stern, Also er an meinem Himmel, Hell und herrlich, hehr und fern. Wandle, wandle deine Bahnen; Nur betrachten deinen Schein, Nur in Demuth ihn betrachten, Selig nur und traurig sein! Höre nicht mein stilles Beten, Deinem Glücke nur geweiht; Darfst mich niedre Magd nicht kennen, Hoher Stern der Herrlichkeit! Nur die Würdigste von allen Darf beglücken deine Wahl, Und ich will die Hohe segnen, Viele tausend Mal. Will mich freuen dann und weinen, Selig, selig bin ich dann, Sollte mir das Herz auch brechen, Brich, o Herz, was liegt daran.
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- by Adelbert von Chamisso (1781 - 1838), no title, appears in Lieder und lyrisch epische Gedichte, in Frauen-Liebe und Leben, no. 2
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Note: modernized spelling would change "Muth" to "Mut", and "Demuth" to "Demut"
Lui, il più splendido di tutti, così dolce, così buono, labbra soavi, occhi limpidi, sensibile e coraggioso. Come là nel profondo azzurro è chiara e splendida quella stella, così lui nel mio cielo è chiaro e splendido, sublime e lontano. Cammina, cammina per le tue vie; solo guardare la tua luce, solo guardarla con devozione, è la mia gioia e il mio dolore. Non ascoltare la mia tacita preghiera, dedicata solo alla tua fortuna; non puoi conoscere me, umile fanciulla, tu alta stella dello splendore. Solo la più degna di tutte deve fare felice la tua scelta, ed io benedirò l'eletta mille e mille volte. Sarò lieta allora e piangerò, beata, beata sarò allora, se anche mi si spezzasse il cuore, spezzati, cuore, che importa?
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Ich kann's nicht fassen, nicht glauben, Es hat ein Traum mich berückt; Wie hätt' er doch unter allen Mich Arme erhöht und beglückt? Mir war's, er habe gesprochen: Ich bin auf ewig dein -- Mir war's -- ich träume noch immer, Es kann ja nimmer so sein. O laß im Traume mich sterben, Gewieget an seiner Brust, Den seligen Tod mich schlürfen In Thränen unendlicher Lust.
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- by Adelbert von Chamisso (1781 - 1838), no title, appears in Lieder und lyrisch epische Gedichte, in Frauen-Liebe und Leben, no. 3
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Note: modernized spelling would change "Thränen" to "Tränen"Non posso capirlo, non posso crederlo, un sogno mi ha affascinata; come potrebbe lui, fra tutte, avere scelto e fatto felice me, poverina? Mi pare che mi abbia detto: "Io sono tuo in eterno". Mi pare di sognare ancora sempre, non può mai essere vero. Oh, vorrei morire in questo sogno, cullata sul suo petto, che io beva la felice morte in lacrime di gioia infinita.
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Du Ring an meinem Finger, Mein goldenes Ringelein, Ich drücke dich fromm an die Lippen, Dich fromm an das Herze mein. Ich hatt' ihn ausgeträumet, Der Kindheit friedlich schönen Traum, Ich fand allein mich, verloren Im öden, unendlichen Raum. Du Ring an meinem Finger, Da hast du mich erst belehrt, Hast meinem Blick erschlossen Des Lebens unendlichen, tiefen Wert. Ich will ihm dienen, ihm leben, Ihm angehören ganz, Hin selber mich geben und finden Verklärt mich in seinem Glanz. Du Ring an meinem Finger, Mein goldenes Ringelein, Ich drücke dich fromm an die Lippen, Dich fromm an das Herze mein.
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- by Adelbert von Chamisso (1781 - 1838), no title, appears in Lieder und lyrisch epische Gedichte, in Frauen-Liebe und Leben, no. 4
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Modernized spelling would change "Werth" to "Wert"Tu anello al mio dito, mio anellino d'oro, io ti premo come cosa sacra alle labbra, al mio cuore. Avevo finito di sognare il bel sogno quieto della fanciullezza, mi trovai sola, persa nel desolato spazio senza fine. Tu anello al mio dito, ora tu mi hai insegnato, hai aperto al mio sguardo il valore infinito, profondo della vita. Voglio servirlo, vivere per lui, appartenergli intera, darmi a lui e trovarmi trasfigurata nella sua luce. Tu anello al mio dito, mio anellino d'oro, io ti premo come cosa sacra alle labbra, al mio cuore.
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Helft mir, ihr Schwestern, Freundlich mich schmücken, Dient der Glücklichen heute mir. Windet geschäftig Mir um die Stirne Noch der blühenden Myrte Zier. Als ich befriedigt, Freudigen Herzens, Sonst dem Geliebten im Arme lag, Immer noch rief er, Sehnsucht im Herzen, Ungeduldig den heutigen Tag. Helft mir, ihr Schwestern, Helft mir verscheuchen Eine thörichte Bangigkeit; Daß ich mit klarem Aug' ihn empfange, Ihn, die Quelle der Freudigkeit. Bist, mein Geliebter, Du mir erschienen, Giebst du mir, Sonne, deinen Schein? Laß mich in Andacht, Laß mich in Demuth, Laß mich verneigen dem Herren mein. Streuet ihm, Schwestern, Streuet ihm Blumen, bringet ihm knospende Rosen dar. Aber euch, Schwestern, Grüß' ich mit Wehmuth, Freudig scheidend aus eurer Schaar.
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- by Adelbert von Chamisso (1781 - 1838), no title, appears in Lieder und lyrisch epische Gedichte, in Frauen-Liebe und Leben, no. 5
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Modernized spelling would change "thörichte" to "törichte", "giebst" to "gibst", "Demuth" to "Demut", "Wehmuth" to "Wehmut", and "Schaar" to "Schar"Aiutatemi, sorelle, voi che mi amate, ad adornarmi, oggi servite la fortunata, me, datevi da fare per legarmi alla fronte l'ornamento del mirto fiorito. Quando io lieta, col cuore gioioso, stavo fra le braccia dell'amato, lui sempre invocava, col cuore pieno di desiderio, questo giorno. Aiutatemi, sorelle, aiutatemi a scacciare una stolta paura; ché io con limpido sguardo lo accolga, lui, la fonte della gioia. Sei tu, mio amato, sei tu che mi sei apparso, sei tu, sole, che mi dai la tua luce? Lascia che in raccoglimento, lascia che in devozione, lascia che mi inchini al mio signore. Spargete per lui, sorelle, spargete fiori per lui, portategli boccioli di rose. Ma voi, sorelle, saluto con rimpianto, felice separandomi dalla vostra schiera.
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Süßer Freund, du blickest
Mich verwundert an,
Kannst es nicht begreifen,
Wie ich weinen kann;
Laß der feuchten Perlen
Ungewohnte Zier
Freudig hell erzittern
In dem Auge mir.
Wie so bang mein Busen,
Wie so wonnevoll!
Wüßt' ich nur mit Worten,
Wie ich's sagen soll;
Komm und birg dein Antlitz
Hier an meiner Brust,
Will in's Ohr dir flüstern
Alle meine Lust.
...
Weißt du nun die Thränen,
Die ich weinen kann?
Sollst du nicht sie sehen,
Du geliebter Mann;
Bleib' an meinem Herzen,
Fühle dessen Schlag,
Daß ich fest und fester
Nur dich drücken mag.
Hier an meinem Bette
Hat die Wiege Raum,
Wo sie still verberge
Meinen holden Traum;
Kommen wird der Morgen,
Wo der Traum erwacht,
Und daraus dein Bildniß
Mir entgegen lacht.
Text Authorship:
- by Adelbert von Chamisso (1781 - 1838), no title, appears in Lieder und lyrisch epische Gedichte, in Frauen-Liebe und Leben, no. 6
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Modernized spelling would change "Thränen" to "Tränen" and "Bildniß" to "Bildnis".Dolce amico, tu
mi guardi meravigliato,
non puoi capire,
come io possa piangere;
lascia che l'insolito
ornamento di umide perle
tremi gioioso
e chiaro nei miei occhi.
Come è pauroso il mio cuore,
come è felice,
se solo sapessi
dirlo a parole,
vieni e nascondi il tuo viso qui,
sul mio petto,
all'orecchio ti sussurrerò
tutta la mia gioia.
[ ... ]
Qui vicino al mio letto
c'è posto per la culla,
dove quieto si nasconda
il mio dolce sogno;
verrà il mattino
ove il sogno si sveglia,
e di là la tua
immagine mi sorride.
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An meinem Herzen, an meiner Brust, Du meine Wonne, du meine Lust! Das Glück ist die Liebe, die Lieb' ist das Glück, Ich hab' es gesagt und nehm's nicht zurück. Hab' überschwenglich mich geschätzt Bin überglücklich aber jetzt. Nur die da säugt, nur die da liebt Das Kind, dem sie die Nahrung giebt; Nur eine Mutter weiß allein, Was lieben heißt und glücklich sein. O, wie bedaur' ich doch den Mann, Der Mutterglück nicht fühlen kann! Du lieber, lieber Engel, du, Du schauest mich an und lächelst dazu! An meinem Herzen, an meiner Brust, Du meine Wonne, du meine Lust!
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- by Adelbert von Chamisso (1781 - 1838), no title, appears in Lieder und lyrisch epische Gedichte, in Frauen-Liebe und Leben, no. 7
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Sul mio cuore, sul mio petto, tu mia delizia, tu mia felicità. Gioia è l'amore, l'amore è gioia, io l'ho detto e non me ne pento. Sono fuori di me dalla gioia, sono tanto, tanto felice, ma ora. Solo chi allatta, solo chi ama il bimbo che nutre, solo una madre sa che significa amare ed essere felice. Oh, come compiango l'uomo che non può provare la gioia della maternità. [Tu mi guardi e sorridi, Tu caro, caro angelo]1! Sul mio cuore, sul mio petto, tu mia delizia, tu mia felicità.
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Loewe, Schumann: "Tu caro, caro angelo,/ Tu mi guardi e sorridi"
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Nun hast du mir den ersten Schmerz gethan, Der aber traf. Du schläfst, du harter, unbarmherz'ger Mann, Den Todesschlaf. Es blicket die Verlass'ne vor sich hin, Die Welt ist leer. Geliebet hab' ich und gelebt, ich bin Nicht lebend mehr. Ich zieh' mich in mein Inn'res still zurück, Der Schleier fällt, Da hab' ich dich und mein verlornes Glück, Du meine Welt!
Text Authorship:
- by Adelbert von Chamisso (1781 - 1838), no title, appears in Lieder und lyrisch epische Gedichte, in Frauen-Liebe und Leben, no. 8, first published 1829
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Note: modernized spelling would change "gethan" to "getan".
Note (provided by Iain Sneddon) : Loewe's song is not part of his opus 60. His song cycle titled Frauenliebe ends peacefully with married bliss: 'Du meine wonne, du mein Lust!'. Loewe happened to set the remaining poems (this one was only a sketch) and Max Runze was correct to include these unpublished songs in his complete edition in the positions they would have occupied if Loewe had wanted to include them, so they may be considered to be part of the extended cycle, but not opus 60.
Ora per la prima volta mi hai fatto male, è stato un duro colpo, tu dormi, crudele sposo senza pietà, il sonno della morte. L'abbandonata guarda davanti a sé, il mondo è vuoto. Ho amato e vissuto, ora non sono più viva. Mi ritiro in silenzio nella mia intimità, il velo cade; qui ho te e la mia felicità perduta, tu mio mondo.
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to Italian (Italiano) copyright © 2007 by Amelia Maria Imbarrato, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you must ask the copyright-holder(s) directly for permission. If you receive no response, you must consider it a refusal.
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