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Hörst du die Nachtigall? es strömt und quillet Aus ihrer Brust ein schmelzender Gesang, Die Liebe locket, tiefe Sehnsucht schwillet, Und Hoffnung wiegt sich in des Liedes Klang. Durch lauten Jubel zittert leise Klage, Denn ich verstehe wohl der Stimme Schall, Es ist die Antwort auf die bange Frage, Du sollst mich lieben, sagt die Nachtigall. Warm ist die Frühlingsnacht, die Knospen brechen, Mit jungem Grün umspinnt sich Baum und Strauch, Mit ihren Düften möchten Blumen sprechen, Und durch die Blätter geht ein Flüsterhauch. Es webt und schwebt ein Kommen und ein Werden, Es treibt und drängt im Stillen überall, Es regt sich jede Kraft, -- das ist auf Erden Die Zeit der Wonnen, sagt die Nachtigall. Ist dir nicht selbst zu Muth im holden Neigen, Hell aufzujauchzen und mit Lust zu blühn? Das Herz ist voll, wenn auch die Lippen schweigen, Du fühlst doch deine ganze Seele glühn. Die Augen glänzen dir im Mondenscheine, O höre doch der süßen Töne Schwall! Horch, wie es wirbt und fleht! du einzig Eine, Du wärst mein eigen, sagt die Nachtigall.
Confirmed with Julius Wolff, Singuf. Rattenfängerlieder, Dritte vermehrte Auflage, Berlin: G. Grote'sche Verlagsbuchhandlung, 1883, page 79.
Authorship:
- by Julius Wolff (1834 - 1910), "Frühlingsnacht", appears in Singuf: Rattenfängerlieder, first published 1881 [author's text checked 2 times against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Franz Dannehl (1870 - 1947), "Frühlingsnacht", published 1892 [ voice and piano ], Sangerhausen, Franke [sung text not yet checked]
- by Carl Kleemann , "Frühlingsnacht", op. 8 (Vier Lieder) no. 4, published 1885 [ voice and piano ], Berlin: Simrock [sung text not yet checked]
- by Karel Kliebert (1849 - 1907), "Frühlingsnacht", op. 7 (Drei Gedichte für 1 Singstimme mit Pianoforte) no. 2, published 1886 [ voice and piano ], München, Aibl [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Hans August Friedrich Zincke genannt Sommer (1837 - 1922), "Frühlingsnacht", op. 4 no. 2 (1882/83), published 1884 [ voice and piano ], from Hunold Singuf. Rattenfängerlieder nach Julius Wolff's Dichtungen, no. 2, Braunschweig, H. Litolff [sung text not yet checked]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Nit de primavera", copyright © 2024, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Spring night", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Research team for this page: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2010-02-25
Line count: 24
Word count: 177
Do you hear the nightingale? From out her breast Flows and bubbles forth a melting song, Love entices, deep yearning swells, And hope sways in the sound of the song. Through the loud joy trembles a quiet lamenting, For I do understand the sound of the voice, It is the answer to the anxious question, You are to love me, says the nightingale The spring night is warm, the buds are bursting, Trees and bushes are spinning the young green about themselves, The flowers wish to speak through their scents, And through the leaves a whispering breath passes. A coming and a becoming weaves and wafts about, Everywhere in the silence is an urging and surging, Every power is bestirring itself, -- upon the earth This is the time of bliss, says the nightingale. Are you yourself in lovely inclination not feeling That you should rejoice brightly and bloom with joy? Your heart is full, even though your lips keep silence, Yet you feel your entire soul glowing. Your eyes shine in the moonlight, Oh hear the sweet swelling of the sounds! Listen to how it woos and pleads! you, you alone, You would be my own, says the nightingale.
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Julius Wolff (1834 - 1910), "Frühlingsnacht", appears in Singuf: Rattenfängerlieder, first published 1881
This text was added to the website: 2014-04-15
Line count: 24
Word count: 199