by Alfred Mombert (1872 - 1942)
Translation © by Jakob Kellner

Warm die Lüfte
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): ENG FRE ITA NOR
Warm die Lüfte,
es sprießt Gras auf sonnigen Wiesen.
Horch!--
Horch, es flötet die Nachtigall...
Ich will singen:

Droben hoch im düstern Bergforst,
es schmilzt und [sickert]1 kalter Schnee,
ein Mädchen im grauen Kleide
lehnt am feuchten Eichstamm,
krank sind ihre zarten Wangen,
die grauen Augen fiebern
durch Düsterriesenstämme.
"Er kommt noch nicht. Er läßt mich warten"...
 
Stirb!
Der Eine stirbt, daneben der Andere lebt:
Das macht die Welt so tiefschön.

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Confirmed with Alfred Mombert, Dichtungen, Gedicht-Werke, ed. Elisabeth Herberg, Erster Band, München: Kösel-Verlag von J. Hörning, 1963, pages 108-109

1 one source gives "glitzert"

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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • NOR Norwegian (Bokmål) (Marianne Beate Kielland) , copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Jakob Kellner) , title 1: "Warm the breezes", copyright ©, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , title 1: "L'air est doux", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , title 1: "Tiepide brezze", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Research team for this text: Jakob Kellner , Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 71

Warm the breezes
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
Warm are the breezes;
Grass grows in sunny meadows,
Listen!
Listen, there pipes the nightingale...
I will sing:
High up there in dusky mountain forests,
Cold snow melts and oozes;
A maiden in a grey dress
leans against a damp oaktree;
Her cheeks are ill,
The grey eyes burn
Through the dusky, giant tree trunks.
"He doesn't come yet. He's making me wait"...
Die!
The one dies while the other lives:
That makes the world so deeply beautiful.

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 78