Träume, träume, du mein süßes Leben!
See originalTräume, träume, du mein süßes Leben,
Von dem Himmel, der die Blumen bringt.
Blüten schimmern da, die beben
Von dem Lied, das deine Mutter singt.
Träume, träume, Knospe meiner Sorgen,
Von dem Tage, da die Blume sproß;
Von dem hellen Blütenmorgen,
Da dein Seelchen sich der Welt erschloß.
Träume, träume, Blüte meiner Liebe,
Von der stillen, von der heilgen Nacht,
Da die Blume seiner Liebe
Diese Welt zum Himmel mir gemacht.
Composition:
Set to music by Max Reger (1873 - 1916), "Träume, träume, du mein süßes Leben!", subtitle: "Wiegenlied", op. 51 no. 3 (1900), published 1901 [ high voice and piano ], München, Aibl Verlag
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Venus Mater", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) (Geart van der Meer) , copyright © 2023, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , no title, copyright ©
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Venus Mater", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRI Frisian (Geart van der Meer) , copyright © 2023, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- HEB Hebrew (עברית) (Hamutal Atariah) , copyright © 2024, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Sogna, sogna, dolce mia vita", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- SPA Spanish (Español) (Abel Alamillo Fernández) , "Canción de cuna", copyright © 2005, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Word count: 74
Sueña, sueña tú, dulce vida mía,
en el cielo que trae las flores.
Las flores lucen allí, mientras son agitadas
por la canción que canta tu madre.
Sueña, sueña, retoño de mis cuidados,
en el día en que las flores brotaron;
en la clara y florida mañana
en que tu almita se abrió al mundo.
Sueña, sueña, vástago de mi amor,
en la silenciosa y sagrada noche
en que la flor de su amor
hizo de este mundo un cielo para mí.
