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<b>Title:</b> <i>All nächtlich im Traume</i><br>
 
<b>Title:</b> <i>All nächtlich im Traume</i><br>
 
{{Composer|Robert Schumann}}
 
{{Composer|Robert Schumann}}
'''Lyricist:''' [[Heinrich Heine]], contained in his "Book of songs" (1827)
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'''Lyricist:''' [[Heinrich Heine]], contained in his collection of poems named "Book of songs" (1827)
  
 
<b>Number of voices:</b> 1vv&nbsp;<b>Voicing:</b> solo low voice<br>
 
<b>Number of voices:</b> 1vv&nbsp;<b>Voicing:</b> solo low voice<br>

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Title: All nächtlich im Traume
Composer: Robert Schumann
Lyricist: Heinrich Heine, contained in his collection of poems named "Book of songs" (1827)

Number of voices: 1vv Voicing: solo low voice
Genre: Secular, Lieder

Language: German
Instruments: Piano
Published:

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Original text and translations

Also Felix Mendelssohn set the poem to Music.

German.png German text

Allnächtlich im Traume seh ich dich,
Und sehe dich freundlich grüßen,
Und lautaufweinend stürz ich mich
Zu deinen süßen Füßen.
Du siehst mich an wehmütiglich,
Und schüttelst das blonde Köpfchen;
Aus deinen Augen schleichen sich
Die Perlentränentröpfchen.
Du sagst mir heimlich ein leises Wort,
Und gibst mir den Strauß von Zypressen.
Ich wache auf, und der Strauß ist fort,
Und das Wort hab ich vergessen.


German.png German translation

literal translation

Any night I see you in my dreams,
and I see how you greet cordially,
and crying loudly I prostrate myself
at your sweet feet.
You look at me with melancholy,
and shake your blond sweet head;
out of your eyes creep
the tinny drips of pearly tears.
You whisper intimately one word to me,
and give to me the bouquet of cypresses.
I wake up, and the bouquet has gone,
And the word - I have forgotten it.