Translation © by Diego S. Loyola

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
Line count: 12
Word count: 58

Bella tierra extranjera
Language: Spanish (Español)  after the German (Deutsch) 
Susurran las copas de los árboles y estremecen,
como si a esa hora
sobre las derruidas paredes
los viejos dioses hicieran sus rondas.

Aquí tras los mirtos
en un secreto y nocturno esplendor,
¿qué dices tan confuso, como en un sueño,
a mi, noche fantástica?

Brillan sobre mi todas las estrellas
con deslumbrantes miradas de amor,
susurra la distancia
sobre un gran futuro en felicidad.

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  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to Spanish (Español) copyright © by Diego S. Loyola, (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 between May 1995 and September 2003.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:27
Line count: 12
Word count: 65