by Paul Heyse (1830 - 1914)
Translation © by Emily Ezust

Spanisches Lied
 (Sung text for setting by J. Brahms)
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Language: German (Deutsch)  after the Spanish (Español) 
Our translations:  CAT DUT ENG FRE
In dem Schatten meiner Locken
Schlief mir mein Geliebter ein.
Weck' ich ihn nun auf? -- Ach nein!

Sorglich strählt' ich meine krausen
Locken täglich in der Frühe,
Doch umsonst ist meine Mühe,
Weil die Winde sie zerzausen.
Lockenschatten, Windessausen
Schläferten den Liebsten ein.
Weck' ich ihn nun auf? -- Ach nein!

Hören muß ich, wie ihn gräme,
Daß er schmachtet schon so lange,
Daß ihm Leben gäb und nähme
Diese meine braune Wange,
Und er nennt mich seine Schlange,
Und doch schlief er bei mir ein.
Weck' ich ihn nun auf? -- Ach nein!
Confirmed with Spanisches Liederbuch von Emanuel Geibel und Paul Heyse, Berlin, Verlag von Wilhelm Herz, 1852, p. 57.

Composition:

    Set to music by Johannes Brahms (1833 - 1897), "Spanisches Lied", op. 6 no. 1 (1852), published 1854 [ soprano or tenor and piano ], Leipzig, Senff

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  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2021, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , no title, copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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Line count: 17
Word count: 93

Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
In the shadow of my tresses
My beloved has fallen asleep.
Shall I awaken him now? Ah, no!

Carefully I comb my ruffled
Locks, early every day;
Yet for nothing is my trouble,
For the wind makes them dishevelled yet again.
The shadows of my tresses, the whispering of the wind,
Have lulled my darling to sleep.
Shall I awaken him now? Ah, no!

I must listen to him complain
That he pines for me so long,
That life is given and taken away from him
By this, my brown cheek,
And he calls me a snake;
Yet he fell asleep by me.
Shall I awaken him now? Ah, no!

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