by
Leopold Feldmann (1802 - 1882)
Language: German (Deutsch)
Our translations: ENG ITA SPA
Der Winter ist ein böser Gast, ich fürcht ihn wie Gespenster,
Die schönste Aussicht raubt er mir durch seine Doppelfenster;
Was nützen mir die Blumen all', die er ans Fenster malt,
Wenn nicht der Blumen Königin dem Aug' entgegenstrahlt.
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Der Winter ist ein schlimmer Mann, ich fürcht ihn gleich dem Tode,
Der ganzen Welt macht er was weiß, das wurde längst zur Mode;
Was nützet solche Weisheit mir, der es an Licht gebricht,
Seh' ich das strahlend' Augenpaar am Doppelfenster nicht.
Der Winter ist ein böser Mann, ich fürcht' ihn gleich dem Fluche;
Er tödtet alle Wärme ja mit seinem Leichentuche;
Was nützet mir das schöne Kind am hohen Fensterlein,
Dringt jene rauhe Kälte auch, ins Herz der Holden ein!
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1,3,4 of the original text.
Confirmed with Der Bazar für München und Bayern. Ein Frühstücks-Blatt für Jedermann und jede Frau, Nro. 292 (12. Dezember 1833), page 1172.
Composition:
Set to music by Josephine Lang (1815 - 1880), "Der Winter", op. 15 no. 5, published 1848, stanzas 1,3,4 [ voice and piano ], Leipzig, Breitkopf und Härtel
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Winter", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "L'inverno", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- SPA Spanish (Español) (José Miguel Llata) , "El invierno", copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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[Senior Associate Editor]This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Language: Italian (Italiano) after the German (Deutsch)
L'inverno è un ospite malvagio, più dei fantasmi lo temo,
mi ruba la vista ghiacciandomi i vetri, una doppia finestra!
A cosa mi servono i fiori di brina che lui mi dipinge,
se manca al mio sguardo la splendente regina dei fiori!
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L'inverno è un uomo cattivo, più della morte lo temo;
Il mondo intero riveste di bianco, come è suo costume da tempo.
Ma a che mi serve tutto questo bianco se la luce vien meno!
Se non posso vedere due occhi lucenti attraverso la finestra appannata!
L'inverno è un uomo perfido, lo temo come una maledizione;
uccide ogni calore con il suo manto funebre.
A che mi giova la bella fanciulla alla finestrella là sopra
se questo aspro freddo penetra perfino nel cuore dell'amata!
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1,3,4 of the original text.
Note: This is a translation of Lang's song.
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