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Es schienen so golden die Sterne

Language: German (Deutsch)

Es schienen so golden die Sterne,
am Fenster ich einsam stand
und hörte aus weiter Ferne
ein Posthorn im stillen Land.
Das Herz mir im Leib entbrennte,
da hab ich mir heimlich gedacht:
Ach, wer da mitreisen könnte
in der prächtigen Sommernacht!

Zwei junge Gesellen gingen
vorüber am Bergeshang,
ich hörte im Wandern sie singen
die stille Gegend entlang:
von schwindelnden Felsenschlüften
wo die Wälder rauschen so sacht,
von Quellen, die von den Klüften
sich stürzen in die Waldesnacht.

Sie sangen von Marmorbildern,
von Gärten, die überm Gestein
in dämmernden Lauben verwildern,
Palästen im Mondenschein,
wo die Mädchen am Fenster lauschen,
wann der Lauten Klang erwacht,
und die Brunnen verschlafen rauschen
in der prächtigen Sommernacht.

Translation(s): ENG FRE ITA


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, and transliterations (if applicable):
    * ENG English (Emily Ezust) , title 1: "Yearning", copyright ©
    * FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , title 1: "Nostalgie ", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
    * ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , title 1: "Nostalgia", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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Language: English

 The stars were shining with golden light
 as I stood alone by the window
 and listened to the distant sound
 of the posthorn in the still countryside.
 My heart became inflamed in my body,
 and I thought secretly to myself:
 Ah, if only I could journey with them
 into that magnificent summer night!
 Two young men were walking
 past on the slope of the mountain,
 and I heard them singing as they walked along
 in the quiet area:
 of vertiginous, rocky gullies 
 where the woods rustle so gently;
 of springs that rush out from the clefts
 into the night of the woods.
 They sang of marble statues,
 of gardens that grew wild upon stones
 in dusky groves;
 of palaces in the moonlight
 where maidens listen by the windows
 when the strum of lutes awakens them;
 and of fountains murmuring sleepily
 in the magnificent summer night.

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    * Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust,

    (emily at lieder dot net)

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