by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 - 1832)
Translation by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

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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In the woods at eve I wandered
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
In the woods at eve I wandered,
Through the sunset's crimson light,
In the woods, in the woods at eve,
There sat Damon playing softly
On the flute for my delight;
So, la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la!

Ah he swore he loved me truly,
Begged me would I love him, too,
And bewitched me with his music,
As it thrilled the forest through;
So la la la la la la la la la la la ia la la la la la la!

Now my heart n'er ceases longing
For a lover proven false, proven false, proven false,
And that cruel, haunting music,
Still my restless soul enthralls.
So, la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la!

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Text added to the website: 2003-10-19 00:00:00
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:56
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Word count: 135