Language: German (Deutsch)
Our translations: CAT DUT ENG FRE GRE ITA
Singet nicht in Trauertönen
Von der Einsamkeit der Nacht.
Nein, sie ist, o holde Schönen,
Zur Geselligkeit gemacht.
Wie das Weib dem Mann gegeben
Als die schönste Hälfte war,
Ist die Nacht das halbe Leben
Und die schönste Hälfte zwar.
Könnt ihr euch des Tages freuen,
Der nur Freuden unterbricht?
Er ist gut, sich zu zerstreuen;
Zu was anderm taugt er nicht.
Aber wenn in nächt'ger Stunde
Süsser Lampe Dämmrung fließt,
Und vom Mund zum nahen Munde
Scherz und Liebe sich ergießt;
...
Mit wie leichtem Herzensregen
Horchet ihr der Glocke nicht,
Die mit zwölf bedächtgen Schlägen
Ruh und Sicherheit verspricht.
Darum an dem langen Tage,
Merke dir es, liebe Brust;
Jeder Tag hat seine Plage,
Und die Nacht hat ihre Lust.
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1-4,7-8 of the original text.
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- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Zing nu niet in droeve tonen", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Do not sing in mournful tones", copyright ©
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Ne chantez pas dans des tons désolés", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- GRE Greek (Ελληνικά) [singable] (Christakis Poumbouris) , copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Non cantate in triste melodia", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Word count: 159
Language: Italian (Italiano) after the German (Deutsch)
Non cantate in triste melodia
Delle notti solitarie !
No, essa è fatta, belle care,
per la dolce compagnia.
Come all'uomo la donna è data
Come la sua metà più bella,
È la notte mezza vita
E di certo la più bella.
Può mai il giorno rallegrarvi
Che ogni gioia lascia a metà?
Esso è buono solo a distrarvi,
a nient'altro servirà.
Ma se l'ora notturna scocca
Ed il lume fioco sta acceso,
da una bocca a un'altra bocca
si riversa amore e riso;
...
Con che palpito di cuore
Date ascolto alla campana
Che con dodici rintocchi
Vi promette tanta calma.
E perciò per tutto il giorno,
pensa a questo, amato cuore;
Ha ogni giorno il suo tormento,
E ogni notte il suo piacere.
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1-4,7-8 of the original text.
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