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Liegt eine Stadt im Tale, ein blasser Tag vergeht; es wird nicht lang mehr dauern, bis weder Mond noch Sterne nur Nacht am Himmel steht. Von allen Bergen drücken Nebel auf die Stadt; es dringt kein Dach, nicht Hof noch Haus, kein Laut aus ihrem Rauch heraus, kaum Türme noch und Brücken. Doch als der Wandrer graute, da ging ein Lichtlein auf im Grund; und aus dem Rauch und Nebel begann ein Lobgesang aus Kindermund.
Text Authorship:
- by Richard Fedor Leopold Dehmel (1863 - 1920), "Die stille Stadt"
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A town lies in the valley, a pallid day fades; it will not be long now before neither moon nor stars but only [night]1 will be seen in the sky. From all the mountains fog presses down upon the town; no roof may be discerned, no yard nor house, no sound penetrates through the smoke, barely even a tower or a bridge. [But]2 as the traveller became filled with dread a little light shone out; and [through the]3 [smoke and fog]4 [a quiet song]5 of praise began, sung by children.
Text Authorship:
- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2020 by Sharon Krebs, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Richard Fedor Leopold Dehmel (1863 - 1920), "Die stille Stadt"
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Thuille: "alone"
2 Pfitzner: "and"
3 Mahler, Thuille: "from out of the"
4 Thuille: "smoke, the fog"
5 Mahler: "a song"
This text was added to the website: 2015-03-04
Line count: 15
Word count: 95
In meines Vaters Garten -- blühe mein Herz, blüh auf -- in meines Vaters Garten stand ein schattender Apfelbaum -- Süsser Traum -- stand ein schattender Apfelbaum. Drei blonde Königstöchter -- blühe mein Herz, blüh auf -- drei wunderschöne Mädchen schliefen unter dem Apfelbaum -- Süsser Traum -- schliefen unter dem Apfelbaum. Die allerjüngste Feine -- blühe mein Herz, blüh auf -- die allerjüngste Feine blinzelte und erwachte kaum -- Süsser Traum -- blinzelte und erwachte kaum. Die zweite fuhr sich übers Haar -- blühe mein Herz, blüh auf -- ... , sah den roten Morgentraum -- Süsser Traum -- ... . Sie sprach: Hört ihr die Trommel nicht -- blühe mein Herz, blüh auf -- sie sprach: Hört ihr die Trommel nicht hell durch den dämmernden Raum ... -- Süsser Traum -- hell durch den dämmernden Traum? Mein Liebster zieht in den Kampf ... -- blühe mein Herz, blüh auf -- mein Liebster zieht in den Kampf hinaus, küsst mir als Sieger des Kleides Saum -- Süsser Traum -- küsst mir ... des Kleides Saum! Die dritte sprach und sprach so leis -- blühe mein Herz, blüh auf -- die dritte sprach und sprach so leis: Ich küsse dem Liebsten des Kleides Saum -- Süsser Traum -- ich küsse dem Liebsten des Kleides Saum. -- In meines Vaters Garten -- blühe mein Herz, blüh auf -- in meines Vaters Garten steht ein sonniger Apfelbaum -- Süsser Traum -- steht ein sonniger Apfelbaum!
Text Authorship:
- by Otto Erich Hartleben (1864 - 1905), "Französisches Wiegenlied"
Based on:
- a text in French (Français) from Volkslieder (Folksongs) [text unavailable]
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In my father's garden -- Bloom, my heart, bloom forth! -- In my father's garden Stands a leafy apple tree -- Sweet dream -- Stands a leafy apple tree. Three blonde King's daughters -- Bloom, my heart, bloom forth - Three wondrous maidens Slept under the apple tree -- Sweet dream -- Slept under the apple tree. The youngest of the fine ladies -- Bloom, my heart, bloom forth! -- The youngest of the fine ladies Blinked but did not awake -- Sweet dream -- Blinked but did not awake. The second moved a hand over her hair -- Bloom, my heart, bloom forth! -- The second moved a hand over her hair, Saw the morning's hemline of red -- Sweet dream -- Saw the morning's hemline of red. She spoke: Did you not hear the drum? Bloom, my heart, bloom forth! -- She spoke: Did you not hear the drum? Clearly through the twilight space -- Sweet dream -- Clearly through the twilight space? My beloved joins me on the battlefield -- Bloom, my heart, bloom forth -- My beloved joins me on the battlefield, Kisses me as the victor on the hem of my uniform -- Sweet dream -- Kisses me as the victor on the hem of my uniform. The third spoke -- and spoke so softly -- Bloom, my heart, bloom forth! -- The third spoke -- and spoke so softly -- I kiss the hem of my beloved's uniform. Sweet dream -- I kiss the hem of my beloved's uniform. In my father's garden -- Bloom, my heart, bloom forth! -- In my father's garden Stands a leafy apple tree -- Sweet dream -- Stands a leafy apple tree.
Text Authorship:
- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2017 by Emily Ezust
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Otto Erich Hartleben (1864 - 1905), "Französisches Wiegenlied"
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- a text in French (Français) from Volkslieder (Folksongs) [text unavailable]
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This text was added to the website: 2017-01-07
Line count: 48
Word count: 251
Laue Sommernacht: am Himmel Steht kein Stern, im weiten Walde Suchten wir uns tief im Dunkel, Und wir fanden uns. Fanden uns im weiten Walde In der Nacht, der sternenlosen, Hielten staunend uns im Arme In der dunklen Nacht. War nicht unser ganzes Leben Nur ein Tappen, nur ein Suchen, Da: In seine Finsternisse Liebe, fiel Dein Licht.
Text Authorship:
- by Otto Julius Bierbaum (1865 - 1910), "Gefunden"
- sometimes misattributed to Gustav Falke (1853 - 1916)
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Mild summer night, in the sky There are no stars; in the wide woods We searched deep in the darkness And we found ourselves. We found ourselves in the wide woods, In the night, the starless night; We held ourselves in wonder in each other's arms In the dark night. Was not our entire life Simply groping, simply searching? There, into its darkness Tumbled your light, Love.
Text Authorship:
- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2017 by Emily Ezust
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Otto Julius Bierbaum (1865 - 1910), "Gefunden" and misattributed to Gustav Falke (1853 - 1916)
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Translation of titles
"Gefunden" = "Found"
"Laue Sommernacht" = "Mild summer night"
This text was added to the website: 2017-01-07
Line count: 12
Word count: 67
Bei dir ist es traut, zage Uhren schlagen wie aus alten Tagen, komm mir ein Liebes sagen, aber nur nicht laut! Ein Tor geht irgendwo draußen im Blütentreiben, der Abend horcht an den Scheiben, laß uns leise bleiben, keiner weiß uns so!
Text Authorship:
- by Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 - 1926), "Bei dir ist es traut", appears in Advent, in Funde, no. 7
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I am at ease with you, faint clocks strike as from olden days, Come, tell your love to me, But not too loud! Somewhere a gate moves Outside in the drifting blossoms, Evening listens in at the window panes, Let us stay quiet, So no one knows of us!
Text Authorship:
- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Knut W. Barde, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 - 1926), "Bei dir ist es traut", appears in Advent, in Funde, no. 7
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Line count: 10
Word count: 49
Ich wandle unter Blumen Und blühe selber mit, Ich wandle wie im Traume Und schwanke bei jedem Schritt. O halt mich fest, Geliebte! Vor Liebestrunkenheit Fall' ich dir sonst zu Füßen Und der Garten ist voller Leut!
Text Authorship:
- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Neue Gedichte, in Neuer Frühling, no. 22
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I wander among the flowers and blossom myself along with them; I wander as if in a dream and sway with every step. Oh hold me tightly, my beloved! Or, drunk with love, I will collapse at your feet; and the garden is full of people!
Text Authorship:
- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Neue Gedichte, in Neuer Frühling, no. 22
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 8
Word count: 47