Language: German (Deutsch)
Our translations: CAT CAT CHI DUT ENG FRE SPA
Erwin
Ihr verblühet, süße Rosen,
Meine Liebe trug euch nicht;
Blühet, ach! dem Hoffnungslosen,
Dem der Gram die Seele bricht!
Der auf erste Knöspchen lauernd
früh zu seinem Garten ging,
ach der Tage denk ich trauernd,
als ich Engel an dir hing.
Alle Blüten, alle Früchte
Noch zu deinen Füßen trug
Und vor deinem Angesichte
Hoffnung mir im Herzen schlug.
Ihr verblühet, süße Rosen,
Meine Liebe trug euch nicht;
Blühtet, ach! dem Hoffnungslosen,
Dem der Gram die Seele bricht.
Note: in Perfall's score, there are two typos: stanza 2, line 4, word 5 is "hin" instead of "ging"; and stanza 3, line 4, word 5 is "trug" instead of "schlug".
Composition:
Set to music by Fanny Hensel (1805 - 1847), "Erwin", op. 7 no. 2
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Manuel Capdevila i Font) , copyright © 2025, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- CHI Chinese (中文) [singable] (Dr Huaixing Wang) , copyright © 2024, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , no title, copyright ©
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- SPA Spanish (Español) (Juan Henríquez Concepción) , "El tiempo de las rosas", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Line count: 17
Word count: 81
Language: French (Français) after the German (Deutsch)
Erwin
Vous vous fanez, chères roses,
Mon amour ne vous soutenait pas ;
Ah, fleurissez ! pour le désespéré,
À qui le chagrin brise l'âme !
De celui qui guettant le premier bourgeon
Allait de bonne heure dans son jardin,
Hélas, à ces jours je pense tristement,
Quand, mon ange, je m'accrochais à toi.
Toutes ces fleurs, tous ces fruits,
Je les apportais à tes pieds
Et devant ton visage
L'espoir faisait battre le cœur
Vous vous fanez, chères roses,
Mon amour ne vous soutenait pas ;
Ah, fleurissez ! pour le désespéré,
À qui le chagrin brise l'âme !
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