Heidenröslein (Johannes Brahms)

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Editor: Christoph Lahme (submitted 2009-09-21).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 24 kB   Copyright: CC BY-SA 3.0 Germany
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Title: Heidenröslein, WoO 31, No. 6
Work: [15] Volks-Kinderlieder, WoO 31 [children’s folksongs]
Composer: Johannes Brahms
Lyricist: Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: Solo high

Genre: SecularLied

Language: German
Instruments: Piano

First published: November 1858 Winterthur: J. Rieter-Biedermann

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Original text and translations

German.png German text

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749–1832)

1. Sah ein Knab’ ein Röslein stehn,
Röslein auf der Heiden,
War so jung und morgenschön,
Lief er schnell, es nah zu sehn,
Sah’s mit vielen Freuden.
Röslein, Röslein, Röslein rot,
Röslein auf der Heiden.

2. Knabe sprach: Ich breche dich,
Röslein auf der Heiden!
Röslein sprach: Ich steche dich,
Daß du ewig denkst an mich,
Und ich will’s nicht leiden.
Röslein, Röslein, Röslein rot,
Röslein auf der Heiden.

3. Und der wilde Knabe brach
’s Röslein auf der Heiden;
Röslein wehrte sich und stach,
Half ihm doch kein Weh und Ach,
Mußt es eben leiden.
Röslein, Röslein, Röslein rot,
Röslein auf der Heiden.

  English.png English translation

from Wikipedia

1. Saw a boy a little rose,
little red rose on the heath,
young and lovely like the morning.
So he ran to have a close
look at it, and gladly did.
Little rose, little rose,
little red rose on the heath.

2. Said the boy: I will pick
you, my red rose on the heath!
Said the rose: I will prick
you and I won't stand it,
and you won’t forget me.
Little rose, little rose,
little red rose on the heath.

3. And the rough boy picked the rose,
little red rose on the heath,
and the red rose fought and pricked,
yet she cried and sighed in vain,
and had to let it happen.
Little rose, little rose,
little red rose on the heath.