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Mir träumt', ich flög' gar bange Weit in die Welt hinaus, Zu Straßburg durch alle Gassen Bis vor Feinsliebchens Haus. Feinsliebchen ist betrübet, Als ich so flieg', und weint: "Wer dich so fliegen lehret, Das ist der böse Feind." Feinsliebchen! was hilft lügen, Da du doch alles weißt! Wer mich so fliegen lehrte, Das ist der böse Geist. Feinsliebchen weint und schreiet, Daß ich am Schrei erwacht, Da lieg' ich, ach! in Augsburg Gefangen auf der Wacht. Und morgen muß ich hangen, Feinslieb mich nicht mehr ruft, Wohl morgen als ein Vogel Schwank ich in freier Luft.
Composition:
- Set to music by Ernst Duis (1896 - 1967), "Der schwere Traum" [ voice and lute ], in the collection Aus tausend Jahren Balladen und Kriegslieder zur Laute
Text Authorship:
- by Justinus (Andreas Christian) Kerner (1786 - 1862), "Der schwere Traum", appears in Gedichte, in Die lyrischen Gedichte
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2021, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Research team for this page: Matthias Gräff-Schestag , Sharon Krebs [Senior Associate Editor]
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 109
I dreamt I flew quite anxiously Far out into the world, To Strasbourg through all the streets Up to the house of my lady-love. My lady-love is sorrowful, That I fly thus, and she weeps: “The one who taught you to fly like that, That is the devil.” My lady-love, of what use is lying, Since you know everything anyway! The one who taught me to fly like this, That is the evil spirit. My lady-love weeps and screams, Such that I awaken at her scream, There I lie, alas, in Augsburg A prisoner well watched. And tomorrow I must hang, My lady-love shall no longer call me, Tomorrow already like a bird I shall sway in the free breezes.
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Justinus (Andreas Christian) Kerner (1786 - 1862), "Der schwere Traum", appears in Gedichte, in Die lyrischen Gedichte
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This text was added to the website: 2014-09-03
Line count: 20
Word count: 125