Translation © by Pierre Mathé

Schöne Fremde
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): DUT ENG FRE HEB ITA NOR POR SPA
Es rauschen die Wipfel und schauern,
Als machten zu dieser Stund
Um die halbversunkenen Mauern
Die alten Götter die Rund.

Hier hinter den Myrtenbäumen
In heimlich dämmernder Pracht,
Was sprichst du wirr wie in Träumen
Zu mir, phantastische Nacht?

Es funkeln auf mich alle Sterne
Mit glühendem Liebesblick,
Es redet trunken die Ferne
Wie vom künftigem, großem Glück.

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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):

  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Mooi vreemd land", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Beauteous foreign land", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Beau pays étranger", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • HEB Hebrew (עברית) (Max Mader) , "נכר יפה", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , "Bei paesi stranieri", copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • NOR Norwegian (Bokmål) (Marianne Beate Kielland) , "Det vakre fremmede", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • POR Portuguese (Português) (Elke Beatriz Riedel) , "Belas terras estrangeiras", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • SPA Spanish (Español) (Diego S. Loyola) , "Bella tierra extranjera", copyright ©, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:27
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Word count: 58

Beau pays étranger
Language: French (Français)  after the German (Deutsch) 
La cime des arbres bruit et frissonne,
Alors qu'à cette heure,
Autour des murs à demi disparus,
Les anciens dieux font la ronde.

Ici, derrière les buissons de myrte,
Dans la splendeur secrète du crépuscule,
Que me dis-tu confusément, comme en rêve,
Nuit fantasmagorique ?

Sur moi scintillent toutes les étoiles
D'un brûlant regard d'amour,
Le lointain me parle enivré
Comme d'un grand bonheur futur.

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  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to French (Français) copyright © 2008 by Pierre Mathé, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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Text added to the website: 2008-11-18 00:00:00
Last modified: 2015-12-17 21:45:45
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Word count: 65