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General Information

Title: Rede, Mädchen, Op. 52, No. 1
Composer: Johannes Brahms

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularLied

Language: German
Instruments: piano 4 hand

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Original text and translations

German.png German text

Rede, Mädchen, allzu liebes, das mir in die Brust, die kühle,
hat geschleudert mit dem Blicke, diese wilden Glutgefühle!
Willst du nicht dein Herz erweichen, willst du eine Überfromme,
rasten ohne traute Wonne, oder willst du, dass ich komme?
Rasten ohne traute Wonne, nicht so bitter will ich büssen,
komme nur, du schwarzes Auge,
willst du dass ich komme wenn die Sterne grüssen?

English.png English translation

Speak, dearest maiden you whose glance has hurled
into my cool heart these wild, passionate feelings!
Don’t you want to soften your heart? Do you want, you overly pious one,
to rest without true delight? Or do you want me to come?
Rest without true delight — I don’t want to suffer so bitterly.
Do come, you dark-eyed boy;
come when the stars appear!

Translation by Cayuga Vocal Ensemble