Songs of a wayfarer - Mahler

1.

On my sweetheart's wedding day,

merry will the wedding be.

It will be my saddest day.

To my gloomy little room, dark and

gloomy little room, weeping, weeping

for my love, for my dearest love.

Frail blue flower, 0 wither not;

little bird sing so sweet,

you sing on green heathland.

Ah., this is a world so fair. Chirrah!

Sing no more, bloom no more,

Spring is over now,

Every song is ended now.

When darkness falls, I lie awake,

thinking of my sorrow.

2.

Walking in the fields today

dew still on the grasses hung,

spoke to me the merry finch:

Hey you there!

Hey, good morning, is it not a

lovely world?

Sing, sing lovely and bright.

Ah, how much I love the world.

And the hairbell in the field,

in her happiness she sings

and her tiny bells will ring, faintly ring.

Hear her morning greetings ring.

Is it not a lovely world?

Ding, ding, lovely thing.

Ah, how much I love the world. Heigh, ho.

Now the sun is shining bright,

fills the world with sparkling light.

All then, all has gained its brightest hue,

in sunshine, birds and flowers

great and small.

Lovely day, is it not a lovely world?

Hey you there, lovely world.

will my joy come back to me?

Oh no, this I know.

No, never, never can it be.

3.

I have a burning dagger,

a dagger deep in my heart,

Ah pain, it cuts so deep.

In every joy and pleasure deep,

so deep it cuts with pain so deep.

Ah, why must I have this evil guest,

never is he hushed, never will he rest.

Not by day, not by night when I sleep.

Ah pain.

When I look into the sky,

there I can see the bluest eyes. Ah pain.

When in the golden fields I roam,

there I can see her golden hair

on breezes blown. Ah pain, such pain.

And when from my dream I start

then I hear laughter, her silver laughter,

Ah pain.

I wished I lay in the darkest grave.

Oh never, never to wake up again.

4.

Those two bluest of eyes of my dear love.

They now have sent me away into the world.

So I must say farewell now, and leave this

dearest place.

O eyes of blue, why did you gaze at me

with love?

Now all I ever know is pain and grieving.

I must leave this place now in still of

night, in stillest night, in the darkness

I go through the heathland.

There is no one to say farewell,

my companion is love and grief.

By the roadside stands a linden tree,

I rested at last within its shadow.

Under the linden tree, it's branches

have showered me with blossoms white.

I then forgot all the pain of life

and all was well once more.

Ah, all was well once more.

All, all gone, love and grief,

the world and dreams.

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