by
Paul Fort (1872 - 1960)
L'adieu en barque
Language: French (Français)
C'est l'heure où le château s'endort, l'heure où les rames sont si belles,
où l'hirondelle entraîne l'or du soir jusqu'au plus bleu du ciel,
où je cache le paysage à mes yeux tout remplis d'amour.
Je m'en vais, pleurs de mon visage. - Quittons ces rames pour toujours!
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Text Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by André Caplet (1879 - 1925), "L'adieu en barque", 1919, published 1921, first performed 1921 [ medium voice and piano ], from Cinq ballades françaises de Paul Fort, no. 5, Paris, Durand [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Philippe Gaubert (1879 - 1941), "L'Adieu en barque", 1935, published 1938 [ medium voice and piano ], from Chansons pour me consoler d'être heureux, no. 5, Paris, Éd. 'Au Ménestrel' Heugel [sung text not yet checked]
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- ENG English (Laura Prichard) , "Farewell from a boat", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Farewell from a boat
Language: English after the French (Français)
It’s the hour when the castle falls asleep, the hour when the oars are so beautiful,
when the swallow leads the gold of evening up to the bluest part of the sky,
when I hide the landscape from my eyes, filled with love.
I go away, tears on my face. - Let’s quit these oars forever!
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