La lune s'est levée

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by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856)

Translation © by Pierre Mathé

Der Mond

(Sung text for setting by J. André)

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Language: German (Deutsch)

Our translations: FRE

Der Mond ist aufgegangen
Und überstrahlt die Well'n;
Ich halte mein Liebchen umfangen,
Und unsre Herzen schwell'n.

Im Arm des holden Kindes
Ruh' ich allein am Strand;
"Was horchst du beim Rauschen des Windes?
Was zuckt deine weiße Hand?"

""Das ist kein Rauschen des Windes,
Das ist der Seejungfern Gesang,
Und meine Schwestern sind es,
Die einst das Meer verschlang.""

Composition:

Johann Baptiste André

Text Authorship:

by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Die Heimkehr, no. 9

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

ENG English (Emma Lazarus) , appears in Poems and Ballads of Heinrich Heine, first published 1881
FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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La lune s'est levée

(Sung text translation for setting by J. André)

See original

Language: French (Français) after the German (Deutsch)

La lune s'est levée
Et diffuse ses rayons sur les vagues ;
Je tiens ma bien-aimée enlacée
Et nos cœurs débordent.

Dans les bras de la délicate enfant
Je repose, seul, sur la plage ;
Qu'écoutes-tu dans les bruissements du vent ?
Qu'est-ce qui fait tressaillir ta blanche main ?

Ce n'est pas le bruissement du vent,
C'est le chant des sirènes,
Et ce sont mes sœurs,
Qu'un jour la mer a englouties.

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a text in German (Deutsch) by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Die Heimkehr, no. 9
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This text was added to the website: 2009-04-01
Line count: 12
Word count: 69