I dreamt I flew quite anxiously

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by Justinus (Andreas Christian) Kerner (1786 - 1862)

Translation © by Sharon Krebs

Icarus

(Sung text for setting by W. Petersen)

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Language: German (Deutsch)

Our translations: ENG FRE

Mir träumt', ich flög' gar bange
Weit in die Welt hinaus,
Zu Straßburg in alle Gassen
Bis vor Feinsliebchens Haus.

Feinsliebchen ist betrübt,
Als ich so flieg', und weint:
"Wer dich so fliegen lehrt,
Das ist der böse Feind." 
Tralirumla! Tralirumla!

Feinslieb, was hilft hier lügen,
Da du doch alles weißt!
Wer mich so fliegen lehrt,
Das ist der böse Geist.

Feinsliebchen weint und schreiet,
Daß ich am Schrei erwacht,
Da lieg' ich, ach! in Augsburg
Gefangen auf der Wacht. 
Tralirumla! Tralirumla!

Und morgen muß ich hangen,
Feinslieb mich nicht mehr ruft,
Wohl morgen als ein Vogel
Schwank ich in freier Luft.

Note: Kerner's poem was included in Des Knaben Wunderhorn under the title "Icarus" with the subtitle "Mitgetheilt, wahrscheinlich nicht sehr alt".

Composition:

Wilhelm Petersen

Text Authorship:

by Justinus (Andreas Christian) Kerner (1786 - 1862), "Der schwere Traum", appears in Gedichte, in Die lyrischen Gedichte

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2021, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Research team for this page: Matthias Gräff-Schestag , Sharon Krebs [Senior Associate Editor]

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 20
Word count: 109

Icarus

(Sung text translation for setting by W. Petersen)

See original

Language: English after the German (Deutsch)

I dreamt I flew quite anxiously
Far out into the world,
To Strasbourg into all the streets
Up to the house of my lady-love.

My lady-love is sorrowful,
That I fly thus, and she weeps:
“The one who taught you to fly like that,
That is the devil.”
Tralirumla! Tralirumla!

My lady-love, of what use is lying,
Since you know everything anyway!
The one who teaches me to fly like this,
That is the evil spirit.

My lady-love weeps and screams,
Such that I awaken at her scream,
There I lie, alas, in Augsburg
A prisoner well watched.
Tralirumla! Tralirumla!

And tomorrow I must hang,
My lady-love shall no longer call me,
Tomorrow already like a bird
I shall sway in the free breezes.

Text Authorship:

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