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Lonlaire lonla, Voici la froidure! Novembre parait sous l'horizon gris. Les fleurs, les parfums, Les nids, la verdure, Par le vent du nord ont été flétris! Lonlaire lonla, Cet air je l'appris Dans un jour de spleen que la vie endure, Lonlaire lonla, L'obsession dure Et, du même ennui, tout mon être est pris. Lonlaire lonla, Cet air monotone Se mèle aux accords mineurs de l'automne. À peine si mon oreille perçoit, Lonlaire lonla, Ce chant qui l'effleure, Mon esprit rabat ses ailes en soi, Et mon cœur s'endort et mon âme pleure!
Authorship:
- by Paul Barthélemy Jeulin (1863 - 1936), as Paul Gravollet, "Refrain de Novembre", written 1903, appears in Les Frissons, no. 4 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Cécile Chaminade (1857 - 1944), "Refrain de Novembre", 1903?, published 1905, from Frissons, no. 4, Éd. J. Hamelle [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Beth Neuerburg) , "Tune of November", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this text: Beth Neuerburg
This text was added to the website: 2009-04-03
Line count: 20
Word count: 93
Lonlaire lonla, Here comes the cold! November appears on the gray horizon. The flowers, the perfumes, The nests, the greenery, By the north wind they have been withered. Lonlaire lonla, I learned this song On a day of sadness that life endures, Lonlaire lonla, The obsession lasts And, of the same tedium, all my being is taken. Lonlaire lonla, This monotone song Mixes itself with the minor harmonies of the autumn. My ear hardly perceives it, Lonlaire lonla, This song that touches it, My spirit folds in its wings, And my heart falls asleep and my soul weeps!
Authorship:
- Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2009 by Beth Neuerburg, (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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Based on:
- a text in French (Français) by Paul Barthélemy Jeulin (1863 - 1936), as Paul Gravollet, "Refrain de Novembre", written 1903, appears in Les Frissons, no. 4
This text was added to the website: 2009-04-03
Line count: 20
Word count: 98