from Volkslieder (Folksongs)
Translation © by Emily Ezust

Der Überläufer
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Our translations:  CAT 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.

Available sung texts: (what is this?)

•   J. Brahms •   J. Weismann 

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"

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

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

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "El trànsfuga", copyright © 2022, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "De verrader", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "The betrayer", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Le déserteur", copyright © 2010, (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: 104

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.

Text Authorship:

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

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 102