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Laues Lüftchen sag' mir an: Wohin wendest Du die Bahn? Eile hin zu meinem Liebchen, Weh' durch's Fenster in ihr Stübchen, Flüstre leise wie ein Kuß Ihr in's Ohr des Buhlen Gruß. Bächlein, wohin eilest Du Immer weiter ohne Ruh? Fließe hin nach jenem Haine, Wo sie weilt im Mondenscheine, Wo die Wehmuthsthräne rinnt; Sag' ihr, daß ich treu gesinnt. Vöglein, wohin geht Dein Flug? Hast noch Zeit für mich genug. Setz' Dich vor ihr Fenster nieder, Sing' in's Herz ihr Trosteslieder; Melde ihr: daß auch mein Herz Sich verzehrt in Liebesschmerz.
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Confirmed with Die weiße Rose. Taschenbuch für 1845, redigirt von Theodor Mügge, Erster Jahrgang, Guben: Druck und Verlag von F. Fechner, page 328, number 2.
Text Authorship:
- by Eduard Wehrmann , no title, appears in Lieder aus meinem Lebeslenze, no. 2 [author's text checked 1 time 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 Alexander Fesca (1820 - 1849), "Liebes-Gruss", op. 51 (Sechs Lieder für Sopran oder Tenor mit Pianoforte) no. 3, published 1846 [ soprano or tenor and piano ], Braunschweig, Meyer [sung text not yet checked]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: Sharon Krebs [Senior Associate Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2016-04-27
Line count: 18
Word count: 93
Balmy little breeze, tell me: Whither does your pathway take you? Hurry to my sweetheart, Waft through the window into her chamber; As quietly as a kiss, whisper Into her ear her lover’s greeting. Brooklet, whither do you hasten, Always onward without rest? Flow hither to yonder grove Where she tarries in the moonlight, Where her melancholy tears flow; Tell her, that I am faithful. Birdling, where does your flight take you? You still have enough time for me. Sit yourself down before her window, Pour songs of comfort into her heart; Report to her that my heart, too, Is consumed with the pain of love.
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Translation of title "Liebes-Gruss" = "Greeting of love"Text Authorship:
- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2016 by Sharon Krebs, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Eduard Wehrmann , no title, appears in Lieder aus meinem Lebeslenze, no. 2
This text was added to the website: 2016-04-27
Line count: 18
Word count: 107