Eichendorff Songs

Translations © by Emily Ezust

Song Cycle by Hugo Wolf (1860 - 1903)

Word count: 1960
Original language: Eichendorff-Lieder
1. Der Freund [sung text checked 1 time]
Wer auf den Wogen schliefe,
ein sanft gewiegtes Kind,
kennt nicht des Lebens Tiefe,
vor süßem Träumen blind.

Doch wen die Stürme fassen
zu wildem Tanz und Fest,
wen hoch auf dunklen Straßen
die falsche Welt verläßt:

Der lernt sich wacker rühren,
durch Nacht und Klippen hin -
lernt der das Steuer führen
mit sichrem, ernstem Sinn.

Der ist von echtem Kerne,
erprobt zu Lust und Pein,
der glaubt an Gott und Sterne,
der soll mein Schiffmann sein!

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  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "L'amic", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "The friend", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "L'ami", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Stéphane Goldet) (Pierre de Rosamel) , "L'ami", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "L'amico", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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1. The friend
 He who can sleep upon the waves
 is a gently lulled infant,
 who knows nothing of life's depths
 and is blind from sweet dreams.
 
 But he whom the storms grab
 for their wild dance and festival,
 whom, high upon the dark streets
 abandons the false world,
 
 he learns to move bravely
 through the night and navigate the cliffs -
 he learns to steer the helm
 with a confident and serious mind.
 
 He is of authentic heart,
 tried by joy and pain;
 he believes in God and the stars -
 this man shall be my helmsman!

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2. Der Musikant [sung text checked 1 time]
Wandern lieb' ich für mein Leben,
Lebe eben wie ich kann,
Wollt ich mir auch Mühe geben,
Paßt es mir doch gar nicht an.

Schöne alte Lieder weiß ich;
In der Kälte, ohne Schuh,
Draußen in die Saiten reiß ich,
Weiß nicht, wo ich abends ruh!

Manche Schöne macht wohl Augen,
Meinet, ich gefiel ihr sehr,
Wenn ich nur was wollte taugen,
So ein armer Lump nicht wär. --

Mag dir Gott ein'n Mann bescheren,
Wohl mit Haus und Hof versehn!
Wenn wir zwei zusammen wären,
Möcht mein Singen mir vergehn.

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  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "El músic de carrer", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "I love the wandering life", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Le musicien ambulant", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Stéphane Goldet) (Pierre de Rosamel) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , "Il musicante", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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2. I love the wandering life
 I love the wandering life:
 I live how I can.
 If I were to trouble myself about anything,
 it would not suit me at all.
 
 I know lovely old songs;
 in the cold, without shoes,
 I pluck my strings out there
 and do not know where I'll sleep in the evening!
 
 Many a lovely girl makes eyes at me,
 as if to say she would like me well
 if I only made something of myself
 and were not such a poor beggar.
 
 May God provide you with a husband,
 and a house and yard!
 If we two were together,
 my singing would die.

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3. Verschwiegene Liebe [sung text checked 1 time]
Über Wipfel und Saaten
In den Glanz hinein -
Wer mag sie erraten,
Wer holte sie ein?
Gedanken sich wiegen,
Die Nacht ist verschwiegen,
Gedanken sind frei.

Errät' es nur eine,
Wer an sie gedacht
Beim Rauschen der Haine,
Wenn niemand mehr wacht
Als die Wolken, die fliegen -
Mein Lieb ist verschwiegen
Und schön wie die Nacht.

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  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Amor silenciós", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Silent love", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Amour silencieux", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Stéphane Goldet) (Pierre de Rosamel) , "Amour taciturne", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Amore segreto", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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3. Silent love
Over treetops and crops
and into the splendor -
who may guess them,
who may catch up with them?
Thoughts sway,
the night is mute;
thoughts run free.
 
If only she would guess
who was thinking of her
by the rustling of the grove,
when no one was watching any longer
except the clouds that flew by -
[but] my love is silent
and as fair as the night.

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4. Das Ständchen [sung text checked 1 time]
Auf die Dächer zwischen blassen
Wolken [schaut]1 der Mond herfür,
Ein Student dort auf den Gassen
Singt vor seiner Liebsten Tür.

Und die Brunnen rauschen wieder
Durch die stille Einsamkeit,
Und der Wald vom Berge nieder,
Wie in alter, schöner Zeit.

So in meinen jungen Tagen
Hab ich manche Sommernacht
Auch die Laute hier geschlagen
Und manch lust'ges Lied erdacht.

Aber von der stillen Schwelle
Trugen sie mein Lieb zur Ruh,
Und du, fröhlicher Geselle,
Singe, sing nur immer zu!

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  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "La serenata", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "The serenade", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "La sérénade", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Stéphane Goldet) (Pierre de Rosamel) , "La sérénade", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "La serenata", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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1 Korngold: "scheint"

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4. The serenade
Over the roofs between pale
clouds, the moon gazes across;
a student there in the street
is singing at his beloved's door.

And the fountains murmur again
through the still loneliness,
as do the woods, from the mountain down,
just as in the good old times.

So in my young days,
would I often on summer nights
also play my lute here
and invent many merry songs.

But from her silent threshhold
they have carried my love away to rest.
And you, happy fellow,
sing, sing ever on!

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5. Der Soldat I [sung text checked 1 time]
Ist [auch]1 schmuck nicht mein Rößlein,
So ist's doch [recht]1 klug,
Trägt im Finstern zu 'nem Schlößlein
Mich rasch noch genug.

Ist das Schloß auch nicht prächtig:
[Zum Garten aus]2 der Tür
Tritt ein Mädchen doch allnächtig
Dort freundlich herfür.

Und ist auch die Kleine
Nicht die Schönst' auf der Welt,
So giebt's doch just Keine,
Die mir beßer gefällt.

Und spricht sie vom Freien,
So schwing' ich mich auf mein Roß --
Ich bleibe im Freien,
Und sie auf dem Schloß.

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  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "El soldat I", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "The soldier", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Le soldat", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Stéphane Goldet) (Pierre de Rosamel) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Anche se non è elegante il mio cavallo", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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1 omitted by B. Walter.
2 B. Walter: "Aus dem Garten vor"

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5. The soldier
 Although my horse may not look so handsome,
 he is actually quite clever,
 and will carry me through the dark to a certain little castle
 quickly enough.
 
 Although the castle is not very splendid,
 out of her door and into the garden 
 steps a maiden who, all night,
 will be friendly to me.
 
 And although this small girl
 is not the fairest in the world,
 there is still no other
 that I like better.
 
 But if she speaks of marriage,
 I'll leap onto my horse -
 I'll stay free
 and she'll stay at the castle.

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6. Der Soldat II [sung text checked 1 time]
Wagen mußt du und flüchtig erbeuten,
Hinter uns schon durch die Nacht hör' ich's schreiten,
Schwing' auf mein Roß dich nur schnell 
Und küß' noch im Flug mich wildschönes Kind,
Geschwind,
Denn der Tod ist ein rascher Gesell.

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  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "El soldat II", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , no title, copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Le soldat", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Stéphane Goldet) (Pierre de Rosamel) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Devi osare e rapidamente ottenere", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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6. The soldier II
You must be daring and seize every passing opportunity;
already I hear behind us the sound of marching through the night.
Leap onto my horse quickly now
and kiss me in our flight, lovely wild girl,
quickly!
for Death is a swift fellow.

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7. Die Zigeunerin [sung text checked 1 time]
Am Kreuzweg da lausche ich, wenn die Stern'
und die Feuer im Walde verglommen,
und wo der erste Hund bellt von fern,
da wird mein Bräut'gam herkommen.
La, la, la, la.

"Und als der Tag graut', durch das Gehölz
sah ich eine Katze sich schlingen,
ich schoß ihr auf den nußbraunen Pelz,
wie tat die weit überspringen!
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!"

Schad' nur ums Pelzlein, du kriegst mich nit!
mein Schatz muß sein wie die andern:
braun und ein Stutzbart auf ung'rischen Schnitt
und ein fröhliches Herze zum Wandern.
La, la, la, la.

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  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "La gitana", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "The Gypsy woman", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "La tsigane", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Stéphane Goldet) (Pierre de Rosamel) , "La tzigane", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "La zingara", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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7. The Gypsy woman
 At the crossroads, there I listen, when the stars
 and the fires in the forests have died down,
 and where the first hound barks from afar -
 from there will my intended come.
 La, la, la, la.
 
 "And when day broke, through the copse,
 I saw a cat creeping;
 I shot at her nut-brown pelt
 and how far she leapt!
 Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!"
 
 For shame with this little pelt - you shall have me not!
 My darling must be like the others:
 brown and bearded with a Hungarian trim 
 and a merry heart toward wandering.
 La, la, la, la.

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8. Nachtzauber [sung text checked 1 time]
Hörst du nicht die Quellen gehen
zwischen Stein und Blumen weit
nach den stillen Waldesseen,
wo die Marmorbilder stehen
in der schönen Einsamkeit?
Von den Bergen sacht hernieder,
weckend die uralten Lieder,
steigt die wunderbare Nacht,
und die Gründe glänzen wieder,
wie du's oft im Traum gedacht.

Kennst die Blume du, entsprossen
in dem mondbeglänzten Grund
Aus der Knospe, halb erschlossen,
junge Glieder blühendsprossen,
weiße Arme, roter Mund,
und die Nachtigallen schlagen
und rings hebt es an zu klagen,
ach, vor Liebe todeswund,
von versunk'nen schönen Tagen -
komm, o komm zum stillen Grund!
Komm! Komm!

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  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Màgia de la nit", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Night magic", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Magie de la nuit", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Stéphane Goldet) (Pierre de Rosamel) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • IRI Irish (Gaelic) [singable] (Gabriel Rosenstock) , copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Incanto notturno", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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8. Night magic
Do you not hear the spring running
between the stones and flowers far
toward the quiet wood lakes,
where the marble statues stand
in fine solitude?
From the mountains, gently
awakening ancient songs,
the wondrous night descends
and the earth gleams again
as you often see in a dream.

Do you know the flower that blooms
in the moonlit land,
from whose buds, half-open,
young limbs bloom with
white arms and red mouth?
And the nightingale sings,
and all around, a lament is raised;
alas, wounded fatally by love,
by lovely days now gone forever -
come, o come to the silent land!
Come! come!

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9. Der Schreckenberger [sung text checked 1 time]
Aufs Wohlsein meiner Dame,
eine Windfahn' ist ihr Panier,
Fortuna ist ihr Name,
das Lager ihr Quartier!

Und wendet sie sich weiter, 
ich kümmre mich nicht drum,
da draußen ohne Reiter,
da geht die Welt so dumm.

Statt Pulverblitz und Knattern
aus jedem wüsten Haus
Gevattern sehn und schnattern
alle Lust zum Land hinaus.

Fortuna weint vor Ärger, 
es rinnet Perl' auf Perl';
»Wo ist der Schreckenberger?
Das war ein andrer Kerl!«

Sie tut den Arm mir reichen,
Fama bläst das Geleit,
so zu dem Tempel steigen
wir der Unsterblichkeit.

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  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "El perdonavides", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "The swashbuckler", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Le fier-à-bras", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Stéphane Goldet) (Pierre de Rosamel) , "Le soudard", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "L'intrepido", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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9. The swashbuckler
 A toast to my lady,
 A weathervane is her banner,
 Fortune is her name,
 and the camp is her quarters!
 
 And if she goes somewhere else,
 I will not trouble myself over it;
 without cavalrymen,
 the world is a boring place.
 
 Instead of powder shot and crackling muskets,
 outside each deserted house
 you see gossips chattering; 
 there's no joy in such a land.
 
 Fortune weeps with annoyance:
 tears like pearls run down;
 "Where is my swashbuckler?
 He was a different kind of man!"
 
 She reaches her arm to me
 and accompanying Fame trumpets;
 and so we ascend to the temple
 of immortality.

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10. Der Glücksritter [sung text checked 1 time]
Wenn Fortuna spröde tut,
laß' ich sie in Ruh',
singe recht und trinke gut,
und Fortuna kriegt auch Mut,
setzt sich mit dazu.

Doch ich geb' mir keine Müh':
»He, noch eine her!«
kehr' den Rücken gegen sie,
laß' hoch leben die und die
das verdrießt sie sehr.

Und bald rückt sie sacht zu
mir: »Hast du deren mehr?«
»Wie Sie seh'n, drei Kannen schier,
und das lauter Klebebier!
's wird mir gar nicht schwer.«

Drauf sie zu mir lächelt fein:
»Bist ein ganzer Kerl!«
ruft den Kellner, schreit nach Wein,
trinkt mir zu und schenkt mir ein,
echte Blum' und Perl'.

Sie bezahlet Wein und Bier,
und ich, wieder gut,
führe sie am Arm mit mir
aus dem Haus wie'n Kavalier,
alles zieht den Hut.

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  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "El cavaller de la Fortuna", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Fortune's Knight", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Le chevalier de Fortune", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Stéphane Goldet) (Pierre de Rosamel) , "L’Aventurier", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "L'avventuriero", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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10. Fortune's Knight
 If Fortune grows demure,
 I leave her in peace,
 and sing loudly and drink deeply;
 and Fortune gains courage again
 and sits beside me.
 
 But I pay no attention to her:
 "Hey! another drink here!"
 I call and turn my back to her.
 I toast this girl and that -
 this vexes her very much.
 
 And soon she moves gently up to me:
 "Have you any more?"
 "As you see, almost three tankards
 and foaming thick beer!
 it won't be too much for me."
 
 Then she smiles at me:
 "You are quite a chap!"
 She calls the barkeep, orders wine,
 drinks to me and gives me
 a genuine red and white.
 
 She pays for the wine and beer,
 and I, feeling great,
 lead her upon my arm
 from the house, like a cavalier,
 and everyone doffs his hat.

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11. Lieber alles [sung text checked 1 time]
Soldat sein ist gefährlich, 
studieren sehr beschwerlich,
das Dichten süß und zierlich,
der Dichter gar possierlich
in diesen wilden Zeiten.
Ich möcht' am liebsten reiten,
ein gutes Schwert zur Seiten,
die Laute in der Rechten,
Studentenherz zum Fechten.
Ein wildes Roß ist's Leben,
die Hufe Funken geben,
wer's ehrlich wagt, bezwingt es,
und wo es tritt, da klingt es!

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  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Millor tot", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "I'd rather", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Plutôt tout", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Stéphane Goldet) (Pierre de Rosamel) , "Le mieux", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Meglio di tutto", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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11. I'd rather
 To be a soldier is dangerous,
 and studies are very cumbersome;
 poetry is sweet and delicate,
 but poets are too quaint
 in these wild times.
 I would rather be in the cavalry,
 a good sword at my side,
 a lute in my right hand,
 and a student's heart for the fight.
 Life is a wild charger
 with flashing hoofs:
 he who dares honestly will subjugate it,
 and where it treads, its hoofs ring out!

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Wer in die Fremde will wandern,
Der muß mit der Liebsten gehn,
Es jubeln und lassen die andern
Den Fremden alleine stehn.

Was wisset ihr, [dunkele]1 Wipfel,
Von der alten, schönen Zeit?
Ach, die Heimat hinter den Gipfeln,
Wie liegt sie von hier so weit?

Am liebsten betracht' ich die Sterne,
Die schienen, wie ich ging zu ihr,
Die Nachtigall hör' ich so gerne,
Sie sang vor der Liebsten Tür.

Der Morgen, das ist meine Freude!
Da steig' ich in stiller Stund' 
Auf den höchsten Berg in die Weite,
Grüß dich, Deutschland, aus Herzensgrund!

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  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , no title, copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Mal du pays", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Stéphane Goldet) (Pierre de Rosamel) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , "Nostalgia", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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1 Wolf: "dunkle"

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12. Homesickness
He who wishes to wander
must go with his beloved,
the others will rejoice and leave
the stranger standing alone.

What do you know, dark treetops,
of the good old days?
Ah, my homeland beyond the mountains -
why does it lie so far from here?

I loved most to look at the stars
that shone as I went to her;
I listened happily to the nightingale
as she sang before my beloved's door.

But morning - that is my joy!
In that peaceful hour I climb
up to the highest mountain
and greet you, German Homeland, from the depths of my heart!

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13. Der Scholar [sung text checked 1 time]
Bei dem angenehmsten Wetter
singen alle Vogelein,
klatscht der Regen auf die Blätter,
sing ich so für mich allein.

Denn mein Aug' kann nichts entdecken,
wenn der Blitz auch grausam glüht,
was im Wandern könnt' erschrecken
ein zufriedenes Gemüt.

Frei vom Mammon will ich schreiten
auf dem Feld der Wissenschaft,
sinne ernst und nehm' zu Zeiten 
einen Mund voll Rebensaft.

Bin ich müde vom Studieren,
wann der Mond tritt sanft herfür,
pfleg' ich dann zu musizieren 
vor der Allerschönsten Tür.

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  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "L'estudiant", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "The scholar", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "L'étudiant", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Stéphane Goldet) (Pierre de Rosamel) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Quando il tempo si mostra ridente", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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13. The scholar
In the most pleasant weather
all the little birds sing,
but when the rain is slapping the leaves,
I sing alone and for myself.

For my eyes can discover nothing,
when lightning flashes so cruelly,
that could appall in its travel
a truly contented mind.

Free from Mammon will I walk
on the fields of knowledge,
thinking seriously and taking, time to time,
a mouth full of grapejuice. 

When I grow weary of study,
when the moon steps softly out,
I'll go to make music
in front of my beloved's door.

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14. Der verzweifelte Liebhaber [sung text checked 1 time]
Studieren will nichts bringen,
mein Rock hält keinen Stich,
meine Zither will nicht klingen,
mein Schatz, der mag mich nicht.

Ich wollt', im Grün spazierte
die allerschönste Frau,
ich wär' ein Drach' und führte
sie mit mir fort durchs Blau.

Ich wollt', ich jagt' gerüstet
und legt' die Lanze aus,
und jagte alle Philister
zur schönen Welt hinaus.

Ich wollt', ich läg' jetztunder
im Himmel still und weit
und fragt' nach all' dem Plunder
nichts vor Zufriedenheit.

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  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "L'amant desesperat", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "The despairing lover", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "L'amoureux désespéré", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "L'amante disperato", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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14. The despairing lover
 Studying will not help,
 my coat has no stitching left,
 my zither won't resonate:
 my beloved does not want me.
 
 I wish that on the green,
 the most beautiful woman were strolling,
 and that I were a dragon, and could carry her
 off with me through the blue skies.
 
 I wish I were decked out for the hunt
 and had my lance displayed;
 I would flush all the philistines
 out from this lovely world.
 
 I wish I were lying now
 in the calm, broad sky
 and did not need to think about anything
 but my contentment.

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Ich ging bei Nacht einst über Land,
ein Bürschlein traf ich draußen,
das hat 'nen Stutzen in der Hand
und zielt auf mich voll Grausen.

Ich renne, da ich mich erbos',
auf ihn in vollem Rasen,
da drückt das kecke Bürschlein los
und ich stürzt' auf die Nasen.

Er aber lacht mir ins Gesicht,
daß er mich angeschossen,
Cupido war der kleine Wicht
das hat mich sehr verdrossen.

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  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Infortuni", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Mishap", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Mésaventure", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Un infortunio", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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15. Mishap
 Once I was walking in the country at night
 and met a young lad out there:
 he had a rifle in his hand
 and aimed it at me, full of menace.
 
 I ran at him - I was so angry -
 ran at him in full rage,
 but the saucy lad let loose
 and I fell on my nose.
 
 He laughed in my face
 for having shot me;
 Cupid was this little creature -
 and that has annoyed me to no end.

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16. Liebesglück [sung text checked 1 time]
Ich hab' ein Liebchen lieb recht von Herzen,
Hellfrische Augen hat's wie zwei Kerzen,
Und wo sie spielend streifen das Feld,
Ach, wie so lustig glänzet die Welt!

Wie in der Waldnacht zwischen den Schlüften
Plötzlich die Täler sonnig sich klüften,
Funkeln die Ströme, rauscht himmelwärts
Blühende Wildnis - so ist mein Herz!

Wie vom Gebirge ins Meer zu schauen,
Wie wenn der Seefalk, hangend im Blauen,
Zuruft der dämmernden Erd', wo sie blieb? -
So unermesslich ist rechte Lieb'!

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  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Felicitat d'amor", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Happiness in love", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Bonheur de l'amour", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Felicità d'amore", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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16. Happiness in love
I love a maiden with all my heart:
she has bright fresh eyes like two candles,
and wherever they playfully rest,
ah! how joyously gleams the world!

Just as in the dark woods, between ravines,
abruptly sparkle sunny gaps,
gleaming streams, and blossoming wildernesses
rustling heavenward - so it is in my heart!

Just as one gazes at the sea from the mountains,
just as the seahawk, gliding in the blue,
calls to the twilit earth where it lies:
so immeasurable is true love!

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17. Seemanns Abschied [sung text checked 1 time]
Ade, mein Schatz, du mocht'st mich nicht,
ich war dir zu geringe.
Einst wandelst du bei Mondenlicht 
und hörst ein süßes Klingen:
Ein Meerweib singt, die Nacht ist lau,
die stillen Wolken wandern,
da denk' an mich, 's ist meine Frau,
nun such' dir einen Andern!

Ade, ihr Landsknecht', Musketier'!
wir zieh'n auf wildem Roße,
das bäumt und überschlägt sich schier
vor manchem Felsenschloße.
Der Wassermann bei Blitzesschein
taucht auf in dunklen Nächten,
der Haifisch schnappt, die Möven schrei'n,
das ist ein lustig Fechten!

Streckt nur auf eurer Bärenhaut
daheim die faulen Glieder,
Gott Vater aus dem Fenster schaut,
schickt seine Sündflut wieder!
Feldwebel, Reiter, Musketier,
sie müssen all' ersaufen,
derweil mit frischem Winde wir
im Paradies einlaufen.

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  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "L'adéu del mariner", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Seaman's Farewell", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "L'adieu du marin", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "L'addio del marinaio", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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17. Seaman's Farewell
 Adieu, my love, you do not want me -
 I was too low for you.
 One day you will wander by moonlight
 and hear sweet sounds:
 a mermaid is singing, the night is mild, 
 the quiet clouds are drifting;
 you will think of me. It is my wife,
 so go find yourself someone else!
 
 Adieu, soldiers and musketeers!
 we ride a wild horse
 that rears up and almost flips over
 before many a rocky castle.
 The merman in the lightning flash
 surfaces in dark nights,
 the shark snaps and the seagulls cry:
 this is a merry struggle!
 
 Stretch out your lazy legs
 on your bearskin at home,
 Father God gazes out of his window
 and sends his Deluge again!
 Fieldmarshals, cavalrymen and musketeers,
 all must drown,
 while with a fresh wind 
 we will land in paradise.

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18. Erwartung [sung text checked 1 time]
Grüß euch aus Herzensgrund:
zwei Augen hell und rein,
zwei Röslein auf dem Mund,
Kleid blank aus Sonnenschein!

Nachtigall klagt und weint,
wollüstig rauscht der Hain,
alles die Liebste meint:
wo weilt sie so allein?

Weil's draußen finster war,
sah ich viel hellern Schein,
jetzt ist es licht und klar,
ich muß im Dunkeln sein.

Sonne nicht steigen mag,
sieht so verschlafen drein,
wünschet den ganzen Tag,
daß wieder Nacht möcht' sein.

Liebe geht durch die Luft,
holt fern die Liebste ein;
fort über Berg und Kluft!
und sie wird doch noch mein!

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  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Expectació", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Expectation", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Avis de recherche", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Attesa", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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18. Expectation
I salute you from the bottom of my heart:
two eyes, bright and pure,
two little roses on your mouth,
your gown as lustrous as sunshine!

Nightingales fret and weep,
the grove rustles sensually,
and everything reminds me of my beloved:
where is she lingering so alone?

Even though it was dark outside
I saw much bright light;
now it is light and clear
but I must be in darkness.

The sun should not have risen,
for I only see it sleeping
as I wish the entire day
that it might be night again.

Love floats through the air,
to catch up with my beloved, far away;
go forth, beyond mountain and chasm!
and she shall yet again be mine!

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19. Die Nacht [sung text checked 1 time]
Nacht ist wie ein stilles Meer,
[Lust und Leid]1 und Liebesklagen
[Kommen]2 so verworren her
In dem linden Wellenschlagen.

Wünsche wie die Wolken sind,
Schiffen durch die [stillen]3 Räume,
Wer erkennt im lauen Wind,
Ob's Gedanken oder Träume? --

Schließ' ich nun auch Herz und Mund,
Die so gern den Sternen klagen,
Leise doch im Herzensgrund
Bleibt das linde Wellenschlagen.

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  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "La nit", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Night is like a quiet sea", copyright ©
  • ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "La nuit", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "La notte è come un mare calmo", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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First published in Dichter und ihre Gesellen, 1833
1 Mendelssohn-Hensel: "Leid und Lust"
2 Mendelssohn-Hensel: "Tönen"
3 Rheinberger: "leeren"

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19. Night is like a quiet sea
 Night is like a quiet sea:
 joy and sorrow and the laments of love
 become tangled up
 in the gentle throbbing of the waves.
 
 Desires are like clouds
 that sail through the quiet space:
 who can recognize in the mild wind
 whether they are thoughts or dreams?
 
 Even if my heart and mouth now are closed,
 that once so easily lamented to the stars,
 still, at the bottom of my heart
 there remains the gentle throbbing of those waves.

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20. Waldmädchen [sung text checked 1 time]
Bin ein Feuer hell, das lodert
Von dem grünen Felsenkranz,
Seewind ist mein Buhl' und fordert
Mich zum lust'gen Wirbeltanz,
Kommt und wechselt unbeständig,
Steigend wild, 
Neigend mild,
Meine schlanken Lohen wend' ich:
Komm nicht nah' mir, ich verbrenn' dich!

Wo die wilden Bäche rauschen 
Und die hohen Palmen stehn,
Wenn die Jäger heimlich lauschen,
Viele Rehe einsam gehn.
Bin ein Reh, flieg' durch die Trümmer,
Über die Höh',
Wo im Schnee
Still die letzten Gipfel schimmern,
Folg' mir nicht, erjagst mich nimmer!

Bin ein Vöglein in den Lüften,
Schwing' mich übers blaue Meer,
Durch die Wolken von den Klüften
Fliegt kein Pfeil mehr bis hieher.
Und die Au'n, die Felsenbogen,
Waldeseinsamkeit 
Weit, wie weit, 
Sind versunken in die Wogen --
Ach, ich habe mich verflogen!

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  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "La noia del bosc", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Woudmeisje", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Forest girl", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "La fille de la forêt", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "La fanciulla del bosco", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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20. Forest girl
I am a bright fire blazing
from the green rocky wreath;
the sea wind is my lover and 
summons me to a lusty whirlwind dance.
Constantly moving and changing,
rising wildly, 
bending gently,
I turn my slim blaze:
do not come near me - I'll burn you!

Where the wild brooks roar
and the lofty palms stand,
when the hunter listens secretly,
many deer wander alone.
I am a deer, fleeing through the rubble,
across the heights, 
where in the snow
the last summits glimmer mutely;
do not follow me, do not ever try to hunt me! 

I am a little bird in the sky,
soaring across the blue lake;
through the clouds of the ravine
no arrow flies behind me.
And the floodplains, the rocky arch,
as wide as the lonely forest,
so wide! 
I have sunk into the waves,
ah, I have evaporated!

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