by
Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962)
Language: German (Deutsch)
Our translations: CAT ENG FRE
Der Föhn schreit jede Nacht,
Sein feuchter Flügel flattert schwer.
Brachvögel taumeln durch die Luft.
Jetzt schläft nichts mehr,
Nun ist das ganze Land erwacht,
Der Frühling ruft.
In diesen Nächten schlaf ich nicht.
Mein Herz wird jung,
Aus blauen Tiefen der Erinnerung
Steigt meiner Jugend heißes Glück,
Schaut mir so lange ins Gesicht,
Erschrickt, und flieht zurück.
Bleib still, bleib still, mein Herz!
Ob auch im Blute eng und schwer
Die Leidenschaft sich rührt
Und dich die alten Wege führt --
Nicht jugendwärts
Gehn deine Wege mehr.
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Composition:
Set to music by Clemens von Franckenstein (1875 - 1942), "Der Föhn", op. 49 no. 2, published 1934 [ alto and piano ], Ed. Bote & G. Bock, Berlin, MCMXXXIV
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- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2023, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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[Senior Associate Editor]This text was added to the website: 2017-11-16
Line count: 18
Word count: 89
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch)
The Föhn-wind screams every night,
Its damp pinions flutter heavily.
Curlews reel through the air.
Now nothing sleeps any longer,
Now the whole land is wakened,
Spring calls.
In these nights I do not sleep.
My heart grows young,
From the blue depths of memory
Rises the fervent happiness of my youth,
So long it looks into my face,
Is startled and flees back.
Be still, be still, my heart!
Though in your veins, closely and heavily,
Passion stirs
And leads you upon the old paths --
Your ways no longer
Go toward youth.
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Translations of title(s):
"Der Föhn (aus " = "The Föhn-wind (from "Gertrud")"
"Der Föhn schreit jede Nacht" = "The Föhn-wind screams every night"
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962), no title, written <<1909, appears in Gertrud, first published 1910
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