Translation © by Emily Ezust

Mein Herz ist stumm, mein Herz ist kalt
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): CAT DUT ENG FRE
Mein Herz ist stumm, mein Herz ist kalt,
Erstarrt in des Winters Eise;
Bisweilen in seiner Tiefe nur wallt
Und zittert und regt sich's leise.

Dann ist's, als ob ein mildes Tau'n
Die Decke des Frostes breche;
Durch grünende Wälder, blühende Au'n
Murmeln von neuem die Bäche.

Und Hörnerklang, von Blatt zu Blatt
[Im]1 Frühlingswinde getragen,
Dringt aus den Schluchten ans Ohr mir matt,
Wie ein Ruf aus seligen Tagen.

Doch das alternde Herz wird jung nicht mehr,
Das Echo sterbenden [Schalles]2
Tönt ferner, immer ferner her,
Und wieder erstarrt liegt alles.

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1 Strauss: "Vom"
2 Strauss: "Schalls"


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):

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "My heart is silent, my heart is cold", copyright ©
  • ENG English [singable] (John Bernhoff) , "My heart, so sad", first published 1897
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Research team for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Lau Kanen [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 92

My heart is silent, my heart is cold
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
My heart is silent, my heart is cold,
frozen in the winter's ice;
sometimes, but only in its depths, it seethes,
trembles, and stirs quietly.

Then it is as if a gentle dew
has melted through the cover of frost;
through green woods and blooming meadows
the brook murmurs anew.

And the sound of horns, carried from leaf to leaf
by the spring wind,
echoes from the gulches faintly in my ears,
like a shout from happier days.

Yet the aging heart will grow young no more;
the echo of a dying sound
fades into the distance
and once again everything lies frozen.


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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 103