by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 - 1832)
Translation by V. Kolomytsov

Ich ging im Walde
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): DUT ENG FRE GRE GRE ITA
Ich ging im Walde
So für mich hin,
Und Nichts zu suchen,
Das war mein Sinn.

Im Schatten sah ich
Ein Blümchen stehn,
Wie Sterne leuchtend,
Wie Äuglein schön.

Ich wollt' es brechen,
Da sagt' es fein:
"Soll ich zum Welken
Gebrochen sein?"

Ich grub's mit allem
Den Würzlein aus,
Zum Garten trug ich's
Am hübschen Haus.

Und pflanzt' es wieder
Am stillen Ort;
Nun zweigt es immer
Und blüht so fort.

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  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Laura Prichard) , copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "J'allais dans la forêt", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • GRE Greek (Ελληνικά) [singable] (Christakis Poumbouris) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • GRE Greek (Ελληνικά) [singable] (Christakis Poumbouris) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , "Il trovatello", copyright © 2005, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:30
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Word count: 72

Находка
Language: Russian (Русский)  after the German (Deutsch) 
Я шёл привольно
чрез лес и дол,
Без всякой цели,
так просто шёл.

В тени укромной
стоял цветок:
Звездой блеснул
мне его глазок.

Сорвать хотелось,
но он сказал:
«Ты сломишь стебель, 
чтоб я завял?»

Я с корнем вырыл 
цветочек мой
И в сад уютный
отнес домой.

На месте новом 
он вновь цветёт
И мне сияет 
из года в год.

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Text added to the website: 2003-11-13 00:00:00
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:59
Line count: 20
Word count: 59