Chanson de voyage | L'eau se précipite pour nous engloutir

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by Hugo Hofmann, Edler von Hofmannsthal (1874 - 1929)

Translation © by Pierre Mathé

Reiselied

(Sung text for setting by A. Berg)

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Language: German (Deutsch)

Our translations: CAT FRE

Wasser stürzt, uns zu verschlingen,
Rollt der Fels, uns zu erschlagen,
Kommen schon auf starken Schwingen
Vögel her, uns fortzutragen.

Aber unten liegt ein Land,
spiegelnd früchte ohne Ende
In den alterslosen See.

Marmorstirn und Brunnenrand
Steigt aus blumigem Gelände,
Und die leichten Winde wehn.

Composition:

Alban Maria Johannes Berg

Jugendlieder, Vol. II (1904-08)

Text Authorship:

by Hugo Hofmann, Edler von Hofmannsthal (1874 - 1929), "Reiselied"

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CAT Catalan (Català) (Manuel Capdevila i Font) , "Cançó de viatge", copyright © 2025, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Chanson de voyage", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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Chanson de voyage

(Sung text translation for setting by A. Berg)

See original

Language: French (Français) after the German (Deutsch)

L'eau se précipite pour nous engloutir,
Le rocher roule pour nous écraser,
Sur leurs ailes puissantes déjà arrivent
Des oiseaux pour nous emporter.

Mais en-bas il y a un pays,
Où des fruits se reflètent sans fin
Dans les lacs sans âge.

Marbre et fontaine
Se dressent sur des terrains fleuris
Et des vents légers soufflent.

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