Nun fährt der Frühling durch das Land
Language: German (Deutsch)
Nun fährt der Frühling durch das Land,
Und Niemand hat kein Sorgen.
Und, wer heut noch kein Liebchen fand,
Der find't und küßt es morgen.
Der Vogel hat kein Sorgen nicht,
Nichts kümmert nicht die Rose;
Die Mücke tanzt im Sonnenlicht,
Der Käfer springt im Moose.
Und Wolken ziehen überall,
Die guten Müßiggänger,
In jedem Thal ein Wasserfall,
In jedem Wald ein Sänger.
Halt an, o Lenz! Dein Segen träuft
Vergeudet sonst auf Blinde.
Die schöne Sonne müd' sich läuft,
Ihr Goldhaar fliegt im Winde.
Nein, holder Lenz, halt' nimmer an!
Wer da zurücke bliebe!
Die Welt fährt ohne Steuermann
Durch's Weltmeer jetzt der Liebe.
About the headline (FAQ)
Confirmed with C. Reinhold, Gedichte, Stuttgart: Carl Mäcken, 1853, pages 45-46.
First published in the periodical Album der Boudoirs (issued as part of Europa), 1838, pages 8-9. In this periodical it is part of a group called "Jahreszeiten", and has the title "Frühling."
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- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Spring song", copyright © 2021, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Spring song
Language: English after the German (Deutsch)
Now springtime is passing through the land,
And no one has any cares.
And whoever has not yet found a love,
Shall find and kiss one tomorrow.
The bird has no cares,
Nothing disturbs the rose;
The mosquito dances in the sunlight,
The beetle leaps in the moss.
And clouds scud everywhere,
The good old idlers,
In every valley there is a waterfall,
In every wood a singer.
Oh springtime, halt! Otherwise your blessings
Shall be squandered on those who are blind.
The lovely sun courses until it is weary,
Its golden hair flies in the wind.
No, lovely springtime, never halt!
Let whoever will be left behind!
Without a captain the world now sails
Through the ocean of love.
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