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Les roses de l'amour ont fleuri sur tes joues, les roses du plaisir ont parfumé ta bouche et tes yeux, tes yeux las, se ferment, embrumés. Et les astres ont fui dans le brouillard léger. La rosée du matin parfume les pelouses, les roses de l'aurore fleurissent les lointains. Lève-toi, viens, ma tendre bien-aimée, regardes aux carreaux l'horizon radieux ! Mais déjà le soleil a brillé dans l'azur, inondant de clarté ma maîtresse endormie. Chère femme ! Cher paysage !
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Authorship:
- by Albéric Magnard (1865 - 1914), no title [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 Stéphane Gassot (b. 1987), "Les roses de l'amour", 2013. [medium voice and piano] [ sung text not verified ]
- by Albéric Magnard (1865 - 1914), "Les roses de l'amour ont fleuri sur tes joues", op. 15 no. 2 (1902), published 1903 [baritone and piano], from Quatre poèmes en musique, no. 2, Rouart, Lerolle [ sung text verified 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Peter Low) , copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2017-05-22
Line count: 11
Word count: 80
The roses of love have bloomed on your cheeks, the roses of pleasure have perfumed your mouth and your eyes, your tired eyes, grow hazy and shut. The stars have vanished in the light mist, the morning dew perfumes the lawns, the roses of dawn bloom in the distant sky. Get up, come, my tender beloved, look through the window at the radiant horizon! But already the sun has shone in the blue, flooding with brightness my sleeping mistress. Dear woman! Cherished landscape!
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Based on:
- a text in French (Français) by Albéric Magnard (1865 - 1914), no title
This text was added to the website: 2017-06-02
Line count: 11
Word count: 83