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Es rauscht das rote Laub zu meinen Füßen, Doch wenn es wieder grünt, wo weil' ich dann? Wo werden mich die ersten Schwalben grüßen? Ach ferne, ferne der Süßen, Und nimmer bin ich mehr ein froher Mann. Sonst sang ich stets durch Flur und Bergeshalde Im braunen Herbst, in flock'ger Winterszeit: O schöner Frühling, komm zu deinem Walde, Komm' balde, balde, balde! Nun sing' ich: Schöner Frühling, bleibe weit! Umsonst! Wie jetzt sich Heid' und Forst entkleiden, So blühn sie neu; was kümmert sie mein Lied? Das Veilchen kommt, ich muß es eben leiden, Muß wandern und muß scheiden, Doch ach! wie soll ich leben, wenn ich schied?
Composition:
- Set to music by Fanny Hensel (1805 - 1847), "Es rauscht das rote Laub", 1846, published 1994 [ voice and piano ], Van Nuys, CA: Alfred Publishing Co., Inc.
Text Authorship:
- by Emanuel Geibel (1815 - 1884), no title, appears in Jugendgedichte, in 1. Erstes Buch, in Lieder als Intermezzo, no. 40
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- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2026, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2007-07-10
Line count: 15
Word count: 121
At my feet the red leaves are rustling, But when the leaves turn green again, where shall I be? Where shall the first swallows greet me? Ah far away, far from the sweet one, And I shall nevermore be a happy man. Once I always sang through meadow and mountain slope In the brown autumn, in the snowy wintertime: Oh lovely spring, come to your forest, Come soon, soon, soon! Now I sing: Lovely spring, stay far away! In vain! Just as now heath and forest are stripped, So shall they bloom anew; what care they for my song? The violet comes, I must simply suffer it, Must wander and must part, But ah! how am I to live after I have departed?
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Emanuel Geibel (1815 - 1884), no title, appears in Jugendgedichte, in 1. Erstes Buch, in Lieder als Intermezzo, no. 40
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This text was added to the website: 2018-09-26
Line count: 15
Word count: 125