Waldvöglein
Language: German (Deutsch)
Das Vöglein hat ein schönes Loos,
Wenn's Gott vertrauend, sorgenlos,
Im hellen Frühlingssonnenstrahl
Die Schwingen probt zum ersten Mal,
Zu singen anhebt wie im Traum,
Und neckisch hüpft von Baum zu Baum,
Wenn's immer höher dann sich hebt,
Und in den blauen Lüften schwebt.
Das Vöglein hat ein schönes Loos:
Auf neue Lieder sinnt's nun bloß;
O horch! wie's jubelnd aus der Brust
Ausschmettert all die Wonn' und Lust,
Die in der grünen Zaubernacht
Im jungen Herzen ihm erwacht,
Und wie's die erste süße Qual
Im Busche klagt dem Mondenstrahl!
Das Vöglein hat ein schönes Loos:
Wohin's nur will, fliegt's kummerlos;
Husch! wandert's durch die Lüfte fort
Mit seinem Lied von Ort zu Ort,
Dort überfliegt's den wilden Strom,
Und dort umkreist's den schlanken Dom:
Du glücklich Vöglein! was ich bitt,
Halt' an, halt' an! und nimm mich mit!
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Confirmed with Liederbuch von Friedrich Oser, 1842-1874, mit einem biographischen Verzeichnis der Componisten, Basel: Benno Schwabe, Verlagsbuchhandlung, 1875, pages 90-91.
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Language: English after the German (Deutsch)
The little bird has a happy lot,
When, trusting in God, without anxiety,
It tries out its wings for the first time
In the bright sunbeam of spring,
Begins to sing as in a dream,
And teasingly hops from tree to tree,
When it lifts itself ever higher
And hovers in the blue heavens.
The little bird has a happy lot,
All it thinks about is new songs;
Oh listen, how from its breast, rejoicingly,
It pours forth all the bliss and joy
That awoke in its young heart
In the green, magical night,
And how it sings of the first sweet anguish,
In the bush, lamenting to the moonbeam.
The little bird has a happy lot:
Wherever it wishes to go, it flies without care;
Whoosh! it takes off into the winds
With its song from place to place,
There it flies across the wild river,
And there it circles about the slender spire of the cathedral:
You happy little bird! what I ask of you:
Stop, stop! and take me with you!
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