Translation © by Emily Ezust

Der Überläufer
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): DUT ENG FRE
In den Garten wollen wir [gehen]1,
Wo die schönen Rosen [stehen]2,
Da stehn der Rosen gar zu viel,
Brech' ich mir eine, wo ich will.

Wir haben gar öfters beisammen gesessen,
Wie ist [mir mein Schatz]3 so treu gewesen?
Das hätt' ich mir nicht gebildet ein,
Daß mein Schatz so falsch könnt' sein.

Hört ihr nicht den Jäger blasen
In dem Wald auf grünem Rasen,
Den Jäger mit dem grünen Hut,
Der meinen Schatz verführen tut.

Hört ihr nicht den Trompeter blasen,
In der Stadt auf der Parade?
Den Trompeter mit dem Federbusch,
[Der meinen]4 Schatz verraten tut.

J. Brahms sets stanzas 1-3

View original text (without footnotes)
1 Weismann: "geh'n"
2 Weismann: "steh'n"
3 Weismann: "mein Schatz mir"
4 Weismann: "Der mir meinen"

Authorship

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

  • by Johannes Brahms (1833 - 1897), "Der Überläufer", op. 48 (Sieben Lieder für eine Singstimme mit Begleitung des Pianoforte) no. 2 (1853), published 1868, first performed 1890, stanzas 1-3 [voice and piano], Berlin, Simrock [
     text verified 1 time
    ]
  • by Julius Weismann (1879 - 1950), "Der Überläufer", op. 29 (Acht Wunderhornlieder) no. 2 (1906/10). [voice and piano] [
     text verified 1 time
    ]

Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , title 1: "The betrayer", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , title 1: "Le déserteur", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , title 1: "De verrader", copyright © 2015, (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 10:01:25
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Word count: 98

The betrayer
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
Into the garden let us go,
Where the beautiful roses stand,
There grow there far too many roses;
I will pluck one where I will.

We have often sat together here,
How faithful was my darling to me!
I would never have imagined
That my darling could be so false.

Do you not hear the hunter blowing his horn
In the green grass of the woods?
The hunter with his green hat,
It was he that seduced my darling.

Do you not hear the trumpet blowing,
In the town parade?
The trumpeter with his plume,
It was he that betrayed my darling.

Authorship

  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust

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Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:25
Line count: 16
Word count: 102