by
Karl Klingemann (1798 - 1862)
Herbstlied
Language: German (Deutsch)
Our translations: CAT DUT ENG FRE POR
Ach, wie so bald verhallet der Reigen,
Wandelt sich Frühling in Winterzeit!
Ach, wie so bald in traurendes Schweigen
Wandelt sich alle die Fröhlichkeit!
Bald sind die letzten Klänge verflogen!
Bald sind die letzten Sänger gezogen!
Bald ist das letzte Grün dahin!
Alle sie wollen heimwärts ziehn!
Ach, wie so bald verhallet der Reigen,
Wandelt sich Lust in sehnendes Leid.
Wart ihr ein Traum, ihr Liebesgedanken?
Süß wie der Lenz und schnell verweht?
Eines, nur eines will nimmer wanken:
Es ist das Sehnen, das nimmer vergeht.
Ach, wie so bald verhallet der Reigen!
Ach, wie so bald in traurendes Schweigen
Wandelt sich alle die Fröhlichkeit!
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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):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Cançó de tardor", copyright © 2022, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Herfstlied", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Siân Goldthorpe) (Christian Stein) , "Autumn song", copyright ©, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Chant d'automne", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- POR Portuguese (Português) (Alexandre Trovon) , "Canção do Outono", copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: Siân Goldthorpe
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 17
Word count: 105
Autumn song
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch)
Oh, how soon the cycle ends,
Spring turns into wintertime!
Oh how soon all happiness
Turns to sad silence!
The last sounds soon fade!
The last songbirds are soon flown!
The last green is soon gone!
They all want to return home!
Oh, how soon the cycle ends,
Merriness turns to longing sorrow.
Were you a dream, you thoughts of love?
Sweet as spring and fast disappearing?
Only one thing will never wane:
The longing that never goes.
Ah, how soon the cycle ends!
Oh how soon all happiness
Turns to sad silence!
Text Authorship:
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 17
Word count: 93