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Heller wird es schon im Osten Durch der Sonne kleines Glimmen, Weit und breit die Bergesgipfel In dem Nebelmeere schwimmen. Hätt ich Siebenmeilenstiefel, Lief ich, mit der Hast des Windes, Über jene Bergesgipfel, Nach dem Haus des lieben Kindes. Von dem Bettchen, wo sie schlummert, Zög ich leise die Gardinen, Leise küßt ich ihre Stirne, Leise ihres Munds Rubinen. Und noch leiser wollt ich flüstern In die kleinen Lilienohren: Denk im Traum, daß wir uns lieben, Und daß wir uns nie verloren.
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Authorship:
- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), "Auf dem Brocken", appears in Buch der Lieder, in Aus der Harzreise, no. 5 [author's text checked 1 time 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 Don Forsythe (1932 - 2015), "Heller wird es schon im Osten", published c2004-5 [ low voice and piano ], from Eine Dichtererzählung - Sommerzyklus, no. 10 [sung text not yet checked]
- by George Sturm , "Heller wird es schon im Osten", published 1956 [ soprano and flute ], from Heine Lieder, no. 2 [sung text not yet checked]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Sur le Brocken", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2008-05-27
Line count: 16
Word count: 82
Déjà il fait plus clair à l'est, Dans le faible rougeoiement du soleil. Partout les sommets de la montagne Nagent sur la mer de nuages. Si j'avais des bottes de sept lieues, Je courrais, à la vitesse du vent, Par-delà ces sommets de la montagne, Vers la maison de la chère enfant. Du petit lit où elle sommeille, Je tirerais doucement le rideau, Doucement, j'embrasserais son front, Doucement le rubis de sa bouche. Et encore plus doucement je murmurerais Dans ses petites oreilles de lis : « Pense, dans ton rêve que nous nous aimons, Et que nous ne nous sommes jamais perdus. »
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to French (Français) copyright © 2010 by Pierre Mathé, (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 German (Deutsch) by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), "Auf dem Brocken", appears in Buch der Lieder, in Aus der Harzreise, no. 5
This text was added to the website: 2010-12-03
Line count: 16
Word count: 104