by Siegfried August Mahlmann (1771 - 1826)
Translation © by Guy Laffaille

Das Laub fällt von den Bäumen
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): DUT ENG FRE ITA POR
Das Laub fällt von den Bäumen,
Das zarte Sommerlaub.
Das Leben mit seinen Träumen
Zerfällt in Asch und Staub.

Die Vöglein im Walde sangen,
Wie schweigt der Wald jetzt still!
Die Lieb ist fortgegangen,
Kein Vöglein singen will.

Die Liebe kehrt wohl wieder
Im lieben künft'gen Jahr,
Und alles kehrt dann wieder,
Was jetzt verklungen war.

Du Winter, sei willkommen,
Dein Kleid ist rein und neu.
Er hat den Schmuck genommen,
Den Schmuck bewahrt er treu.

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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) , "Herfstlied", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (David K. Smythe) , "Autumn Song", copyright ©, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Chant d'automne", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Giulio Cesare Barozzi) , "Canto d'autunno", copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • POR Portuguese (Português) (Margarida Moreno) , "Canção de Outono", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Research team for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Margo Briessinck

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 76

Chant d'automne
Language: French (Français)  after the German (Deutsch) 
Le feuillage tombe des arbres,
Le doux feuillage de l'été.
La vie avec ses rêves
Se décompose en cendre et poussière.

Les petits oiseaux chantaient dans le bois,
Comme le bois est maintenant devenu silencieux !
L'amour est parti au loin,
Aucun petit oiseau ne va chanter.

L'amour reviendra sûrement
Dans la chère année prochaine,
Et tout alors reviendra,
Tout ce qui est mort maintenant.

Hiver, sois le bienvenu,
Ta robe est pure et nouvelle.
Il a emporté les joyaux;
Il protège les joyaux fidèlement.

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  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to French (Français) copyright © 2010 by Guy Laffaille, (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: 2010-11-07
Line count: 16
Word count: 85