by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856)
Translation © by Peter Palmer

Sie hatten sich Beide so herzlich lieb
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): ENG
Sie hatten sich Beide so herzlich lieb,
Spitzbübin war sie, er war ein Dieb.
Wenn [er Schelmenstreiche]1 machte,
[Sie warf sich aufs Bett]2 und lachte.

Der Tag verging in Freud' und Lust,
Des Nachts lag sie an seiner Brust.
Als man ins Gefängnis ihn brachte,
Sie stand am Fenster und lachte.

Er ließ ihr sagen: «O komm zu mir,
Ich sehne mich so sehr nach dir,
Ich rufe nach dir, ich schmachte» --
Sie schüttelt' das Haupt und lachte.

Um Sechse des Morgens ward er gehenkt,
Um Sieben ward er ins Grab gesenkt;
Sie aber schon um Achte
Trank rothen Wein und lachte.

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Note: in Schreiter's setting, the singer sings laughter after each stanza.
1 Schreiter: "Schelmenstreiche er"
2 Schreiter: "Warf sie auf's Bett sich"


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  • ENG English [singable] (Peter Palmer) , "A woman", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Researcher for this text: John Versmoren

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

A woman
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
So loving a couple they were at heart,
Pickpocket he, and she was a tart.
When his roguish tricks got dafter
She'd roll on the bed with laughter.

Their days with many joys were blessed,
At night he held her to his chest.
But then he was dragged off to prison:
She watched and voiced her derision.

From jail he begged her: Oh come tonight,
I long for you with all my might,
It's you I so need, my darling --
She shook her fair head, still laughing.

At six in the morning he was stone dead,
At seven he found a gloomier bed;
She, though, one hour thereafter,
Drank ruby wine with laughter.

Note: this is a revised American version of the one published with the David Blake setting.


  • Singable translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2009 by Peter Palmer, (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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This text was added to the website: 2009-06-10
Line count: 16
Word count: 113