The posthorn blares, the whip cracks

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by (Georg) Adolf Glaßbrenner (1810 - 1876)

Translation © by Sharon Krebs

Das Posthorn

(Sung text for setting by C. Voss)

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Language: German (Deutsch)

Our translations: ENG

Das Posthorn schmettert, die Peitsche knallt;
Mir wird so weh um's Herz! 
Sie fahren dahin, der Ton verhalt; 
verhall'  nun auch, mein Schmerz! 
Sobald die linden Lüfte wehn,
Werd' ich sie Alle wiedersehn,
Die mich geliebt, 
Die ich geliebt.

Ich möchte wohl einst so begraben sein
Vom blasenden Postillon;
Nach jenem Land so still und klein
seh'n ich mich lange schon.
Sobald die linden Lüfte wehn,
Werd' ich sie Alle wiedersehn,
Die mich geliebt, 
Die ich geliebt.

Composition:

Charles Voss

Text Authorship:

by (Georg) Adolf Glaßbrenner (1810 - 1876), "Das Posthorn"

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The posthorn

(Sung text translation for setting by C. Voss)

See original

Language: English after the German (Deutsch)

The posthorn blares, the whip cracks;
My heart fills with such woe!
They are travelling off, the sound dies away;
My pain, now die away as well!
As soon as the gentle breezes blow
I shall see them all again,
Those who loved me ,
Those whom I loved .

Someday I would like to be buried thus
By a trumpeting stage coachman;
I have already been yearning long for 
That land so quiet and small.
As soon as the gentle breezes blow
I shall see them all again,
Those who loved me ,
Those whom I loved .

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