by Rudolph Baumbach (1840 - 1905)
Translation © by Sharon Krebs

Märzenwind
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): ENG
Kühl war die Märzenluft, heiss war mein Blut.
Wind kam geflogen und nahm mir den Hut. 

Ueber den Gartenzaun ward er geweht.
Dort hat gefunden ihn Nachbars Margareth,

Hat ihm die Erde geblasen vom Rand
Und ihm ein Veilchen gesteckt unter's Band,

Warf ihn herüber mir ohne ein Wort.
Als ich ihr danken wollt', war sie schon fort. 

Nun muss ich täglich am Gartenzaun steh'n,
Wart' auf den Wind, doch der Wind will nicht weh'n. 

Gretchen auch schau' ich durch's Gartenstacket,
Aber nicht einmal den Blondkopf sie dreht. 

Hilft mir der Wind nicht, so werf' ich hinein
Selber den Hut ihr und steig' hinterdrein!

Confirmed with Rudolf Baumbach, Lieder eines fahrenden Gesellen, Leipzig: Verlag von A. G. Liebeskind, 1885, pages 113-114.


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March wind
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
The air of March was cool, my blood was heated.
The wind came flying along and took my hat.

It was blown over the garden fence.
There our neighbour's Margareth found it.

She blew the dirt off its brim
And tucked a violet under the hatband,

Without a word, she tossed it over to me.
When I wanted to thank her, she was already gone.

Daily now I am forced to stand at the garden fence,
Waiting for the wind, but the wind does not blow.

I see Gretchen, too, through the pickets,
But she never even turns her blonde head [my way].

If the wind will not help me, I shall myself
Throw my hat over to her and climb over after it!

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Text added to the website: 2020-02-03 00:00:00
Last modified: 2020-02-03 22:06:08
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