Ich komme vom Gebirge her
Language:
German
Translation(s):
ENG
DUT
FRE
ENG
ITA
Ich komme vom Gebirge her,
Es dampft das Tal, es braust das Meer.
Ich wandle still, bin wenig froh,
Und immer fragt der Seufzer, wo?
Die Sonne dünkt mich hier so kalt,
Die Blüte welk, das Leben alt,
Und was sie reden, leerer Schall;
Ich bin ein Fremdling überall.
Wo bist du, mein geliebtes Land?
Gesucht, geahnt, und nie gekannt!
Das Land, das Land so hoffnungsgrün,
Das Land, wo meine Rosen blühn.
Wo meine Freunde wandelnd gehn,
Wo meine Toten auferstehn,
Das Land, das meine Sprache spricht,
O Land, wo bist du? . . .
Ich wandle still, bin wenig froh,
Und immer fragt der Seufzer, wo?
Im Geisterhauch tönt's mir zurück:
"Dort, wo du nicht bist, dort ist das Glück."
Authorship
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text),
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Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):
 ENG
English
(Paul Hindemith)
DUT
Dutch
[singable]
(Lau Kanen)
FRE
French
(Yannis Haralambous)
ENG
English
[singable]
(Walter A. Aue)
ITA
Italian
(Amelia Maria Imbarrato)
Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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The wanderer
Language:
English
I come down from the mountains,
The valley dims, the sea roars.
I wander silently and am somewhat unhappy,
And my sighs always ask "Where?"
The sun seems so cold to me here,
The flowers faded, the life old,
And what they say has an empty sound;
I am a stranger everywhere.
Where are you, my dear land?
Sought and brought to mind, yet never known,
That land, so hopefully green,
That land, where my roses bloom,
Where my friends wander
Where my dead ones rise from the dead,
That land where they speak my language,
Oh land, where are you?
I wander silently and am somewhat unhappy,
And my sighs always ask "Where?"
In a ghostly breath it calls back to me,
"There, where you are not, there is your happiness."
Authorship
Translation from German to English copyright © by Paul Hindemith, lyricbaritone (AT) yahoo (DOT) com, http://artsongs.wordpress.com/, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. Please contact the copyright-holder when requesting permission to reprint.
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Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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