by Friedrich Spee von Langenfeld (1591 - 1635)
Translation © by Emily Ezust

Der trübe Winter ist vorbei
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Our translations:  CAT DUT ENG FRE
Der trübe Winter ist vorbei,
Die [Schwalben]1 wiederkehren;
Nun regt sich [alles wieder neu]2;
Die Quellen sich vermehren.

Laub [allgemach]3 nun schleicht an Tag,
Die Blümlein nun sich melden;
Wie Schlänglein krumm gehn lächelnd um
Die Bächlein kühl in Wälden.

Wo man nur schaut, fast alle Welt
Zur Freuden sich tut rüsten;
Zum Scherzen alles ist gestellt,
Schwebt alles fast in Lüsten.

Nur ich allein, ich leide Pein,
Ohn' Ende werd ich leiden:
Seit du von mir und ich von dir,
O Liebste, mußte scheiden.

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1 Zilcher: "Kranich"
2 Zilcher: "der Vögel Schrei"
3 Zilcher: "mit gemach"

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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 © 2022, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Oud Duits lentelied", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Old German Song of Springtime", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2022, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Research team for this page: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Malcolm Wren [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 88

Old German Song of Springtime
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
The dismal winter is over,
Swallows are returning;
Now everything renews itself
And springs proliferate.

Little by little, leaves slip into the day,
Little flowers now appear;
Like a twisting little snake, 
The chilly stream goes laughing through the woods.

Wherever one looks, almost all the world
Is arming itself with joy;
Everything is jovial,
And almost everything is swept up in pleasures.

Only I alone, I suffer pain;
Without end will I suffer
Since you from I and I from you,
O beloved, had to part.

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  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 87