Printemps | Le bruant chante enfoui au sol

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by Arno Hermann Oscar Alfred Holz (1863 - 1929)

Translation © by Pierre Mathé

Frühling

Language: German (Deutsch)

Our translations: FRE

Die Ammer flötet tief im Grund,
der Frühling blüht mein Herz gesund.

Über die Augen halt ich die Hand,
schimmernd liegt vor mir das Land.

Schimmernd wie ein goldener Rauch,
über allen Dingen ruht ein Hauch.

So still, so sonnig hängt die Luft,
über die ganze Welt weht Veilchenduft.

Über die ganze Welt, ungesehn
leise, leise Sonntagsglocken gehn.

Die Ammer flötet tief im Grund,
der Frühling blüht mein Herz gesund.

Text Authorship:

by Arno Hermann Oscar Alfred Holz (1863 - 1929), "Frühling", appears in Buch der Zeit, first published 1886 [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 Ernest Vietor (flourished 1905-1930), "Frühling", op. 12 (Frühlingslieder) no. 5 (1934-5), from Frühlingslieder, no. 5 [sung text not yet checked]

Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Printemps", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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This text was added to the website: 2004-07-10
Line count: 12
Word count: 70

Printemps

Language: French (Français) after the German (Deutsch)

   Le bruant chante enfoui au sol,
le printemps fleurit mon cœur allègre.

   Je tiens ma main au-dessus de mes yeux,
la campagne miroitante s'étend devant moi.

   Miroitante comme une fumée dorée,
un souffle se pose sur toute chose.

   L'air, si calme si ensoleillé est en suspens,
un parfum de violette passe sur le monde entier.

   Sur le monde entier, en catimini,
doucement, doucement, passent les cloches du dimanche.

   Le bruant chante enfoui au sol,
le printemps fleurit mon cœur allègre.

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Based on:

a text in German (Deutsch) by Arno Hermann Oscar Alfred Holz (1863 - 1929), "Frühling", appears in Buch der Zeit, first published 1886
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This text was added to the website: 2011-04-25
Line count: 12
Word count: 81