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Hoch auf der Olm, da steht a Blüamerl, so herzi kloan und doch so liab; mit süßem Duft, so ganz verborgen würzt es die Luft am frühen Morg'n. 's Kohlrösl is's, was zart und fein wie d'Liab, die echte, treu tut sein. Und gar so still, so in der G'hoam, blüht's auf der Olm of ganz aloan. I siech das Röserl, brich mir's glei ab und bind's zum Sträußerl mir schon knapp; ans Miada steck' ich's meiner Dirn', an ihr'n Herzen soll es blüh'n. Holladiödiö ... Blüh nur zu und blüh nur fort, an ihrem Herzen is dein Ort. Möcht's Röserl sein, tät' i mi freu'n, an ihren Herzen, da möcht' ich sein. Mit treuer Liab trag sie's am Herzen und denkt an mi dann spoat und fruah, tuat mit koan ander'n Büberl scherzen, zufrieden bleib' i, g'nieß viel Ruah. Denn's Röserl macht's, dass sie tuat denken an ihren Buam, wann sie's anschaut, d'rum hab' i a allweil auf mei Dirndal wie auf mein' Hergott fest vertraut. Sollt's Röserl amal ganz verwelken, bewahrt sie's do no treuli auf, im Betbuach trag sie's zu da Kirchen, bet' a für mi, wann's schaut darauf. Holladiödiö ... D'rum blüh nur fort, ja, blüh nur fort, an ihrem Herzen is dein Ort. I tauscht' mit dir mein Leben ein, könnt' i wie du stets bei ihr sein.
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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):
- by Anton Absenger (1820 - 1899), "'s Kohlrösl" [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Johann Winkler) , "The Black Orchid", copyright © 2023, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: Johann Winkler
This text was added to the website: 2023-10-04
Line count: 34
Word count: 223
On the mountain pastures, there grows a flower, small, lovely and so dear; with sweet fragrance, completely covert it flavors the air early in the morning. That is the black orchid, tender and delicate and just as faithful as real love. It blossoms quietly and in secrecy all alone on the pasture. I spot the orchid, pick it at once join it to the small bunch I've picked already and stick it onto my lassie's bodice, that it may bloom hereafter near her heart. Holladiödiö ... just bloom and bloom ever further, your place is near her heart. I'd like to be the orchid, I'd be glad, it's near her heart that I'd like to be. May she carry it faithfully near her heart and think of me early and late, never flirt with other fellows; then I'll be content and enjoy my rest. The orchid effects, that she thinks of her lover, whenever she looks at it; therefore I've always confided in her just as firmly as I trust in God. And should the orchid eventually wilt, nonetheless she will faithfully store it; she will carry it to church in her prayer book and pray for me, when she looks at it. Holladiödiö ... just bloom and bloom ever further, your place is near her heart. I'd gladly swap with you, could I, like you, be with her at all times.
Translator's note: The flower is Nigritella rhellicani
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- Translation from Styrian (Steirisch) to English copyright © 2023 by Johann Winkler, (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 Styrian (Steirisch) by F. R. Knothe
This text was added to the website: 2023-10-04
Line count: 34
Word count: 232