Nuit d'étoiles
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Language: French (Français)
Our translations: CAT ENG ENG GER SPA
Nuit d'étoiles, sous tes voiles,
sous ta brise et tes parfums,
Triste lyre qui soupire,
je rêve aux amours défunts.
La sereine mélancolie vient éclore
au fond de mon coeur,
Et j'entends l'âme de ma mie
Tressaillir dans le bois rêveur.
Dans les ombres de la feuillée,
Quand tout bas je soupire seul,
Tu reviens, pauvre âme éveillée,
Toute blanche dans ton linceuil.
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Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1-3 of the original text.
Note: The poem has the following epigraph:
Je me promenais dans un jardin délicieux : sous
l'épais gazon on voyait des violettes et des roses
dont le doux parfum embaumait l'air. Un son doux et
harmonieux se faisait entendre, et une tendre clarté
éclairait le paysage. Les fleurs semblaient
tressaillir de bonheur et exhaler de doux soupirs.
Tout à coup, je crus m'apercevoir que j'étais
moi-même le chant que j'entendais, et que je mourais.
-- Hoffmann.
Composition:
Set to music by Ernest Tessier (1851 - 1909), as Ernest Lavigne, "Nuit d'étoiles", stanzas 1-3
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) [singable] (Núria Colomer) , copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English [singable] (Samuel Byrne) , "Starry night"
- ENG English (Melissa Malde) , "Night of stars", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Amy Pfrimmer) , copyright © 2023, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- GER German (Deutsch) [singable] (Bertram Kottmann) , copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- SPA Spanish (Español) (Elisa Rapado) , copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 85
Language: English  after the French (Français)
Night of stars, beneath your veils,
Beneath your breezes and your scents,
A sad lyre that sighs,
I dream of dead loves.
The serene melancholy comes bursting
In the depth of my heart,
And I hear the soul of my love
Tremble in the dreaming woods.
In the leafy shadows,
When I sigh very quietly,
You return, poor awakened soul,
All white in your shroud.
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Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1-3 of the original text.
Text Authorship:
- Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2009 by Melissa Malde, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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This text was added to the website: 2009-11-17
Line count: 16
Word count: 89