Songs
Rote Rosen
(1883)
TrV119
Rote Rosen
Weißt du die Rose, die du mir gegeben?Der scheuen Veilchen stolze heiße Schwester;Von deiner Brust trug noch ihr Duft das Leben,Und an dem Duft sog ich fest mich und fester.Ich seh’ dich vor mir: Stirn und Schläfe glühend,Den Nacken trotzig, weich und weiß die Hände,Im Aug’ noch Lenz, doch die Gestalt erblühendVoll, wie das Feld blüht um Sonnenwende.Um mich webt Nacht, die kühle, wolkenlose,Doch Tag und Nacht, sie sind in eins zerronnen.Es träumt mein Sinn von deiner roten RoseUnd von dem Garten, drin ich sie gewonnen.
Red roses
Do you recall the rose you gave me?The shy violets’ proud, ardent sister,Its fragrance still drew life from your bosom,And I imbibed that fragrance with ever greater glee.I see you before me, forehead and temples ablaze,Your nape defiant, your hands soft and white,Spring still in your eyes, but your figure in fullBloom, like the meadow in midsummer.Night, cool and cloudless, weaves itself around me,But day and night are blended into one.I dream of your red roseAnd of the garden where I won it.
Translations by Richard Stokes, author of The Book of Lieder (Faber, 2005)
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Composer
Richard Georg Strauss was a German composer of the late Romantic and early modern eras. He is particularly well-known for his operas, Lieder, and tone poems.
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Rote Rosen
Weißt du die Rose, die du mir gegeben?
Der scheuen Veilchen stolze heiße Schwester;
Von deiner Brust trug noch ihr Duft das Leben,
Und an dem Duft sog ich fest mich und fester.
Ich seh’ dich vor mir: Stirn und Schläfe glühend,
Den Nacken trotzig, weich und weiß die Hände,
Im Aug’ noch Lenz, doch die Gestalt erblühend
Voll, wie das Feld blüht um Sonnenwende.
Um mich webt Nacht, die kühle, wolkenlose,
Doch Tag und Nacht, sie sind in eins zerronnen.
Es träumt mein Sinn von deiner roten Rose
Und von dem Garten, drin ich sie gewonnen.
Red roses
Do you recall the rose you gave me?
The shy violets’ proud, ardent sister,
Its fragrance still drew life from your bosom,
And I imbibed that fragrance with ever greater glee.
I see you before me, forehead and temples ablaze,
Your nape defiant, your hands soft and white,
Spring still in your eyes, but your figure in full
Bloom, like the meadow in midsummer.
Night, cool and cloudless, weaves itself around me,
But day and night are blended into one.
I dream of your red rose
And of the garden where I won it.
If you would like to use our texts and translations, please click here for more information.
Composer
Richard Georg Strauss was a German composer of the late Romantic and early modern eras. He is particularly well-known for his operas, Lieder, and tone poems.
Read more here.
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Sorry, no further description available.