Es weiß und rät es doch Keiner,
Wie mir so wohl ist, so wohl!
Ach, wüßt es nur Einer, nur Einer,
Kein Mensch es sonst wissen soll!
So still ist's nicht draußen im Schnee,
So stumm und verschwiegen sind
Die Sterne nicht in der Höhe,
Als meine Gedanken sind.
Ich wünscht', es wäre schon Morgen,
Da fliegen zwei Lerchen auf,
Die überfliegen einander,
Mein Herz folgt ihrem Lauf.
Ich wünscht', ich wäre ein Vöglein
Und zöge über das Meer,
Wohl über das Meer und weiter,
Bis daß ich im Himmel wär'!
Note: the Speyer score erroneously attributes the text to "Max von Eichendorff"
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , copyright ©
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Le silence", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- HEB Hebrew (עברית) (Max Mader) , "השקט", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , "La quiete", copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- NOR Norwegian (Bokmål) (Marianne Beate Kielland) , "Stillheten", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- POR Portuguese (Português) (Elke Beatriz Riedel) , "A quietude", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- SPA Spanish (Español) (Diego S. Loyola) , "El Silencio", copyright © 2003, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Research team for this page: Emily Ezust
[Administrator] , Johann Winkler
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 101
Não sabe nem adivinha ninguém
Como me sinto bem, tão bem!
Oh, se o soubesse ao menos um, só um,
Ninguém mais precisaria saber.
Quietude igual não há lá fora na neve,
Tão silencioso e secreto, nem mesmo
As estrelas no alto.
Eu gostaria de ser um passarinho
E voar por sobre o mar,
Sobre o mar e além,
Até chegar ao céu!
