Alte Laute
Language: German (Deutsch)
Available translation(s): CAT DUT ENG ESP FRE IRI ITA
Hörst du den Vogel singen?
Siehst du den Blütenbaum?
Herz! kann dich das nicht bringen
Aus deinem bangen Traum?
Was hör' ich? alte Laute
Wehmüt'ger Jünglingsbrust
Der Zeit, als ich vertraute
Der Welt und ihrer Lust.
Die Tage sind vergangen,
Mich heilt kein Kraut der Flur;
Und aus dem Traum, dem bangen,
Weckt mich ein Engel nur.
Confirmed with: Kerners Werke, Zweiter Teil, Gedichte, ed. Raimund Pissin, Berlin, Leipzig, Wien, Stuttgart: Deutsches Verlagshaus Bong & Co., 1914, page 69
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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) , "Veus antigues", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Oude klanken", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Old sounds", copyright ©
- ESP Esperanto (Manfred Retzlaff) , "Malnovaj sonoj", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Anciennes voix", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- IRI Irish (Gaelic) [singable] (Gabriel Rosenstock) , "Sean-ghlórtha", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , "Vecchio liuto", copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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[Guest Editor] This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 12
Word count: 57
Anciennes voix
Language: French (Français)  after the German (Deutsch)
Entends-tu chanter les oiseaux ?
Vois-tu l'arbre en fleurs ?
Mon cœur ! Cela ne peut-il sortir
De tes rêves angoissés ?
Qu'entends-je ? Voix anciennes
D'une jeune poitrine nostalgique,
Du temps où je faisais confiance
Au monde et à ses plaisirs.
Les jours sont passés,
Il n'y a pas de remède pour me guérir,
Et de mes rêves, angoissés,
Il n'y a qu'un ange pour me réveiller.
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to French (Français) copyright © 2011 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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This text was added to the website: 2011-09-27
Line count: 12
Word count: 68