The forsaken bride of the fisherman | In the distance I see his barque moving

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by Friedrich Hermann Frey (1839 - 1911)

Translation © by Sharon Krebs

Die verlassene Fischersbraut

(Sung text for setting by H. Hermann)

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Language: German (Deutsch)

Our translations: ENG

In der Ferne geht sein Nachen,
Und sein Netze blinkt.
Mag er treulos meiner lachen,
Wenn sie drüben winkt.
 
Dort im Laub die wilden Tauben
Kennen Falschheit nicht,
Mag die Dirne alles glauben,
Was er ihr verspricht.
 
Mag er sie sein Liebchen nennen
Wie er's mit mir trieb, -
Komm, mein krankes, bleiches Bübchen,
Komm, es wird schon trüb.

Composition:

Hans Hermann

Text Authorship:

by Friedrich Hermann Frey (1839 - 1911), "Die verlassene Fischersbraut"

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ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "The forsaken bride of the fisherman", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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This text was added to the website: 2011-08-29
Line count: 12
Word count: 60

The forsaken bride of the fisherman

(Sung text translation for setting by H. Hermann)

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Language: English after the German (Deutsch)

In the distance I see his barque moving,
And his net glistens.
May he laugh at me faithlessly,
When she beckons yonder.
 
There in the foliage the wild doves
Know not falsity;
May that lass believe everything
That he promises her.
 
May he call her his beloved,
As he called me, -
Come, my sickly, pale little boy,
Come, it is already growing dark.

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This text was added to the website: 2015-11-25
Line count: 12
Word count: 64