Gute Nacht, mein Herz, gute Nacht und schlummre ein!
In diesen Herbstestagen
Ohne Blumen und Sonnenschein
Was willst du schlagen?
Dein Schmerz ist aus, deine Lust ist tot,
Verweht sind Lenz und Lieder;
Der Liebe Röslein purpurroth
Blüht nimmer wieder.
Singend zog er ins Land hinein,
Der falsche, liebe Knabe --
Und du? - Im stillen Grabe
Schlafe mein Herz, schlaf' ein!
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- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2022, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Good night, my heart, good night and go to sleep!
In these autumn days;
Without flowers and sunshine,
Why should you wish to beat?
Your pain is over, your joy is dead,
Springtime and songs have dissipated;
The little crimson rose of love
Shall never bloom again.
Singing, he travelled off into the countryside,
The false, dear lad --
And you? - In the quiet grave
Go to sleep, my heart, go to sleep!