by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 - 1832)
Translation Singable translation by Paul England

Die Bekehrte
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): ENG FRE ITA
Bei dem Glanz der Abendröthe
Ging ich still den Wald entlang,
Damon saß und blies die Flöte,
Daß es von den Felsen klang,
So la la! . . .

Und er zog mich [zu]1 sich nieder,
Küßte mich so [hold, so]2 süß.
Und ich sagte: blase wieder!
Und der gute Junge blies,
So la la! . . .

Meine [Ruh]3 ist nun verloren,
Meine Freude floh davon,
Und ich [hör']4 vor meinen Ohren
Immer nur den alten Ton,
So la la, le ralla! . . .

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Confirmed with Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Sämmtliche Werke, Volume 1, Stuttgart und Tübingen, J. G. Cotta'scher Verlag, 1854, p. 5.

1 Medtner: "an"
2 Medtner: "hold und"
3 Medtner: "Ruhe"
4 Medtner: "höre"

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  • ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "The woman converted", copyright ©, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English [singable] (Paul England) , no title
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Convertie", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • GER German (Deutsch) [an adaptation]
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "La convertita", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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As I roamed the woods at leisure
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
As I roamed the woods at leisure,
In the ev’ning hour so still,
Damon sat and piped for pleasure,
Echo answered from the hill:
So la re la la la la.

Then the swain, my steps delaying,
Kissed me softly[,] looked and sighed,
But I bade him still be playing
And the kindly Youth complied.
So la re la la la la la.

Now alas I wander lonely
All my joy is turn’d to pain,
Dreaming, waking hear I only
Damon’s sweet and tender strain
So la re la la la la.

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From a Max Stange score in a publication called Sang und Klang.


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Text added to the website: 2018-09-26 00:00:00
Last modified: 2018-09-26 09:24:47
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