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
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Word count: 69