Language: German (Deutsch)
Our translations: CHI DUT ENG FRE ITA JPN LIT NOR
Wenn die Lieb' aus deinen blauen,
Hellen, offnen Augen sieht,
Und vor Lust hineinzuschauen,
Mir's im Herzen klopft und glüht;
Und ich halte dich, und küsse
Deine Rosenwangen warm;
Liebes Mädchen, und ich schließe
Zitternd dich in meinem Arm!
Mädchen, Mädchen! und ich drücke
Dich an meinen Busen fest,
Der im letzten Augenblicke
Sterbend nur dich von sich läßt;
Den berauschten Blick umschattet
Eine düstre Wolke mir;
Und ich sitze dann ermattet,
Aber selig, neben dir;
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- CHI Chinese (中文) (Dan Shen) , "献给克劳艾", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Aan Chloë", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "To Chloë", copyright ©
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "À Chloé", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , "A Cloe", copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- JPN Japanese (日本語) (Naoyuki Okada) , "クローエに", copyright © 2025, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- LIT Lithuanian (Lietuvių kalba) (Giedrius Prunskus) , "Chlojai", copyright © 2023, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- NOR Norwegian (Bokmål) (Marianne Beate Kielland) , "Til Chloë", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Word count: 248
Language: Italian (Italiano)  after the German (Deutsch)
Quando l'amore si mostra
nei tuoi occhi azzurri, chiari, aperti
e per la gioia di guardare
in quelli mi batte e mi arde il cuore,
ed io ti tengo e bacio le
tue tiepide guance di rosa,
e ti stringo tremando
fra le braccia,
fanciulla, fanciulla, ti stringo
forte al mio petto,
che solo nell'ultimo istante,
morendo, si separi da te,
lo sguardo turbato mi veli
una cupa nuvola,
ed io stia poi sfinito,
ma felice accanto a te.
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This text was added to the website: 2006-03-29
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