Wenn der Abendstern die Rosen
Still mit Sehnsuchts Blicken grüßt,
Und bei lauer Weste Kosen,
Blume sich an Blume schließt,
Dann ergreift mich heißes Bangen,
Ach! zu ruhn an deiner Brust,
Und von deinem Arm umfangen,
Zu vergehn in Schmerz und Lust.
Wennin grüner Waldung Mitte,
Rings von Blum und Busch umkränzt
Nun des Landmanns stille Hütte,
Friedlich süß im Mondlicht glänzt,
Ach! dann wünsch ich mir hienieden,
Solch ein Hüttchen, still und arm,
Seelger Unschuld Himmelsfrieden,
Und den Tod in Deinem Arm!
Composition:
Set to music by Emilie Mayer (1821 - 1883), "Abendlied", op. 7 no. 3, published 1848 [ voice and piano ], Neustrelitz, G. Barnewitz
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- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Evening song", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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When the evening star greets the roses
Silently with glances of yearning,
And at the caressing of warm west winds
Flower lines up beside flower,
Then I am seized by fervent trembling,
Ah! to rest upon your breast,
And, embraced by your arms,
To perish in pain and rapture.
When in the middle of the green woodland,
Encircled by flowers and bush,
The quiet hut of the peasant now
Shines sweetly peaceful in the moonlight,
Ah! then I wish for myself down here on earth,
Such a little hut, quiet and warm,
The heart’s peace of blessed innocence,
Heaven’s peace
And death in your arms!
