Ich wollt, meine [Schmerzen ergössen]1
Sich all in ein [einziges]2 Wort,
Das gäb ich den [lustigen]3 Winden,
Die trügen es lustig fort.

Sie tragen zu dir, Geliebte,
Das [schmerzerfüllte]4 Wort;
Du hörst es zu jeder Stunde,
Du hörst es an jedem Ort.

Und hast du zum nächtlichen Schlummer
Geschlossen die Augen kaum,
So wird [dich mein Wort]5 verfolgen
Bis in den tiefsten Traum.

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Note: in Zenger's score, the first time we reach stanza 1, line 2, word 5, it is "einzig", and "einziges" in the repetition.

¹ Mendelssohn: "Lieb' ergösse" (love would flow)
² Mendelssohn: "einzig"
³ Mendelssohn: "lust'gen"; Zenger: "luftigen" (airy)
⁴ Mendelssohn: "lieb-erfüllte" (love-filled)
⁵ Mendelssohn: "mein Bild dich"; Zenger: "dich mein Auge"

Text Authorship:

• by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Die Heimkehr, no. 61

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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) , "Ik wou dat mijn smart zich tezamen", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
• ENG English (Siân Goldthorpe) (Christian Stein) , "I wish my pain would flow into a single word", copyright ©, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
• FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Je voudrais que mes peines s'écoulent", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
• GRE Greek (Ελληνικά) [singable] (Christakis Poumbouris) , copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
• GRE Greek (Ελληνικά) [singable] (Christakis Poumbouris) , copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
• HEB Hebrew (עברית) [singable] (Hamutal Atariah) , copyright © 2024, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Research team for this page: Siân Goldthorpe , Johann Winkler

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 12
Word count: 68

Хотел бы в единое слово
Я слить мою грусть и печаль,
И бросить то слово на ветер,
Чтоб ветер унёс его вдаль.

И пусть-бы то слово печали
По ветру к тебе донеслось,
И пусть-бы всегда и повсюду
Оно  ...  тебе в сердце лилось.

И если б усталые очи
Сомкнулись под грëзой ночной,
О, пусть-бы то слово печали
Звучало во сне над тобой!