Language: German (Deutsch)
Our translations: CAT DUT ENG FRE ITA
Um der fallenden Ruder Spitzen
Zittert und leuchtet ein schimmernder Glanz,
Flieht bei jedem Schlage mit Blitzen
Hin von Wellen zu Wellen im Tanz.
Mir im Busen von Liebeswonnen
Zittert und leuchtet das Herz wie die Flut,
Jubelt hinauf zu den Sternen und Sonnen,
Bebt zu vergeh'n in der wogenden Glut.
Schon auf dem Felsen durchs Grün der Platane
Seh' ich das säulengetragene Dach,
Und das flimmernde Licht am Altane
Kündet ... , daß die Geliebte noch wach.
Wiege, mein Kahn! und birg uns verschwiegen,
Birg uns, selige Nacht des August!
Süß wohl ist's, auf ... Wellen sich wiegen,
Aber süßer an ihrer Brust.
Composition:
Set to music by Joseph Marx (1882 - 1964), "Barkarole", 1909, published 1910, orchestrated 1910 [ high voice and piano or orchestra ], in Lieder und Gesänge, I. Folge, Nr.1
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Barcarola", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Barcarole", copyright ©
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Barcarole", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Barcarola", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Language: Italian (Italiano)  after the German (Deutsch)
Sulla punta del remo che cala
scintilla tremulo un lucente bagliore,
sembra volare a ogni colpo di remo
come danzando da onda in onda.
Nel mio petto per l'estasi d'amore
trema e si illumina il mio cuore, come l'acqua,
canta esultando alle stelle e agli astri,
si perde fremendo nel fluttuante ardore.
Già dalle rocce, fra il verde dei platani,
scorgo il tetto sorretto da colonne,
e la luce, che brilla sull'altana,
mi annuncia che l'amata veglia ancora.
Vola, mia barca! E discreta accoglici,
accogli noi due, notte beata d'agosto!
E' dolce, cullarsi sulle onde,
ma ancora più dolce sopra il suo seno.
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