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Fühlt der Wald zum Sterben sich bereit, Holt er aus der Truh' sein Hochzeitskleid, Prangt in Gold, erglänzt in Scharlach roth, So geschmückt erwartet er den Tod; Und die Sonne lächelt seiner Pracht, Gleich als wär' er neu zum Lenz erwacht, Doch sein Lenz ist fern, nach kurzem Glanz Tanzt der Sturm mit ihm den Totentanz; Hei, wie saust und braust's dann im Revier! Wie zerfährt der Blätter bunte Zier! Kaum ein leiser Klageton erschallt, Und gestorben ist der grüne Wald.
Confirmed with Düsseldorfer Künstler-Album, 1. Jahrgang (1851), [n.p.]
Authorship:
- by Gustav Pfarrius (1800 - 1884), "Der Lenz ist fern" [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 H. Vagedes , "Der Lenz ist fern", published 1869 [low voice and piano?], from Waldlieder für tiefere Stimme, no. 10, Köln, Schloss [ sung text not verified ]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , title 1: "Spring is far away", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this text: Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2011-07-17
Line count: 12
Word count: 81
When the forest feels itself to be prepared for dying, It takes its wedding dress forth from its coffer, Stands resplendent in gold, radiant in crimson; Thus adorned, it awaits death. And the sun smiles at the glory, Just as if [the forest] were newly awakened to spring, But its spring is far away, after a short splendour The storm whirls the forest about in the dance of death; Ho, what a rushing and roaring there is then in the forest! How the bright adornment of leaves is torn asunder! A quiet tone of lamentation barely sounds, And the green forest has died.
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2017 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 Gustav Pfarrius (1800 - 1884), "Der Lenz ist fern"
This text was added to the website: 2017-05-10
Line count: 12
Word count: 103