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Ihr Vöglein im Gesträuch, Wie flattert euer Gesang Den bräunenden Wald entlang -- Ihr Vögel, sputet euch! Bald kommt der Wind, der weht, Bald kommt der Tod, der mäht, Bald kommt das graue Gespenst und lacht, Daß uns das Herz erfriert Und der Garten all seine Pracht Und das Leben all seinen Glanz verliert. Liebe Vögel im Laub, Liebe Brüderlein, Lasset uns singen und fröhlich sein, Bald sind wir Staub.
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Composition:
- Set to music by Erich Petzold , "Herbst" [ voice and piano ]
Text Authorship:
- by Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962), "Herbst", subtitle: "(1919)", written 1919
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Autumn", subtitle: "(1919)", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Automne", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2009-04-30
Line count: 14
Word count: 71
Ye little birds in the shrubbery, How your singing flutters Along the forest that is growing brown -- Ye birds, make haste! Soon shall come the wind that blows, Soon shall come death that mows, Soon shall come the grey ghost and laugh That our heart freezes within us And the garden loses all its splendour And life loses all its radiance. Dear birds in the foliage, Dear little brethren, Let us sing and be happy, Soon we shall be dust.
Subtitle: "(1919)"
Text Authorship:
- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2019 by Sharon Krebs, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962), "Herbst", subtitle: "(1919)", written 1919
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This text was added to the website: 2019-10-25
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