by Otto Julius Bierbaum (1865 - 1910)
Translation © by Amelia Maria Imbarrato

Wir gingen durch die stille, milde Nacht
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): CAT DUT ENG FRE ITA
Wir gingen durch die [stille, milde]1 Nacht,
Dein Arm in meinem, 
Dein Auge in meinem.
Der Mond goß silbernes Licht 
Über dein Angesicht,
Wie auf Goldgrund ruhte dein schönes Haupt.
Und du erschienst mir wie eine Heilige,
Mild, mild und groß und [seelenübervoll]2,
[Heilig]3 und rein wie die liebe Sonne.
Und in die Augen
Schwoll mir ein warmer Drang, 
Wie Tränenahnung.
Fester faßt' ich dich 
Und küßte -- 
Küßte dich ganz leise --
Meine Seele weinte.

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1 Berg: "dunkle, milde" ; Reger: "stille"; Mauke: "dunkle, wilde"; further changes for Mauke's setting may exist not shown above.
2 Reger: "wonneübervoll"
3 Berg: "Gütig"

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  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , no title, copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Sortie nocturne", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , "Passeggiata notturna", copyright © 2005, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 74

Passeggiata notturna
Language: Italian (Italiano)  after the German (Deutsch) 
Camminavamo per la quieta, dolce notte,
il tuo braccio nel mio, i tuoi occhi nei miei,
la luna versava il suo chiarore argenteo sul tuo viso.
Come d'un alone d'oro riluceva la tua bella testa,
e tu mi apparisti come una santa,
soave e grande e traboccante d'anima,
santa e pura, come il caro sole.
E negli occhi mi bruciò un caldo presagio di lacrime.
Ti abbracciai più forte e ti baciai,
ti baciai con grande dolcezza.
La mia anima pianse.

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This text was added to the website: 2005-09-16
Line count: 11
Word count: 81