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possibly by Claire von Glümer (1825 - 1906) and possibly by Karl Gustav von Berneck (1803 - 1871)

Translation © by Sharon Krebs

Die rothe Rose

(Sung text for setting by H. Koss)

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Language: German (Deutsch)

Our translations: ENG

Es stand eine rothe Rose
Gar duftig am grünen Rain.
Ich wollte die Rose brechen,
Da thäten die Dornen mich stechen,
Bis tief in das Herz hinein.

Da bin ich hinausgezogen,
Gewandert landaus, landein,
Das wollte mir nimmer frommen,
Bald bin ich wieder gekommen, 
Mocht'  ohne die Rose nicht sein.

Doch ach, ich fand sie gestorben, 
Begraben am grünen Rain.
Es klagten die Blätter der Linde,
Sanft flüsternd im Abendwinde:
Wirst nimmermehr fröhlich sein!

Composition:

Henning Karl Adam von Koss

Text Authorship:

possibly by Claire von Glümer (1825 - 1906), no title
possibly by Karl Gustav von Berneck (1803 - 1871), no title

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ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "The red rose", copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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This text was added to the website: 2018-09-28
Line count: 15
Word count: 84

The red rose

(Sung text translation for setting by H. Koss)

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Language: English after the German (Deutsch)

A red rose grew,
Full of scent, at the green slope.
I wanted to pick the rose,
But the thorns pricked me,
All the way deep into my heart.

Thereupon I took myself off,
I wandered from land to land,
It did me little good,
Soon I returned home again,
I did not wish to exist without the rose.

But alas, I found her dead, 
Buried by the green slope.
The leaves of the linden tree lamented,
Whispering gently in the evening wind:
You shall be happy nevermore!

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a text in German (Deutsch) possibly by Claire von Glümer (1825 - 1906) and possibly by Karl Gustav von Berneck (1803 - 1871)
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This text was added to the website: 2018-09-28
Line count: 15
Word count: 88