Dichterliebe Op. 48 - Schumann

assisted by: Francisco Castillo, baritone
Dichterliebe Op. 48 (1840)
I. Im wunderschönen Monat Mai:
In the glorious month of May,
As all the buds were breaking,
Then in my heart Love bloomed.
In the glorious month of May,
As all the birds were singing,
Then I revealed to her
My longing and desire.
II. Aus meinen Tränen sprießen:
From my tears spring up
Many fair blossoms,
And my sighs become
A chorus of nightingales.
And if you love me, child,
I’ll give you all the flowers,
And before your window shall sound
The song of the nightingale.
III. Die Rose, die Lilie, die Taube, die Sonne:
The rose, the lily, the dove, the sun,
I loved them all once in amorous bliss.
I love them no more, I love alone
The small one, the dainty one, the pure one,
the only one.
She herself all the bliss of love,
Is rose and lily and dove and sun.
I love alone
The small one, the dainty one, the pure one,
the only one.
IV. Wenn ich in deine Augen she:
When I look into your eyes,
All my suffering and grief disappears,
But when I kiss your mouth,
I become healthy through and through.
When I lean on your breast,
I feel the bliss of heaven,
But when you say: I love you!
Then I must weep bitterly.
V. Ich will meine Seele tauchen
I want to bathe my soul
In the chalice of the lily;
The lily shall breathe aloud
A song of my dearest.
The song shall tremble and tingle
Like a kiss from her lips,
That she once gave me
In a marvelously sweet moment.
VI. Im Rhein, im heiligen Strome
In the Rhine, the holy river,
Is reflected in the waves
With its vast cathedral
The great, holy Cologne.
In the cathedral is an image,
Painted upon golden leather;
Into the wilderness of my life It gazed benevolently.
Flowers and angels float Around our dear Lady;
The eyes, the lips, the cheeks, They’re exactly like my beloveds.
VII. Ich grolle nicht
I don’t complain,
Even if my heart is breaking,
Love lost forever!
I don’t complain.
Even as you glow in the splendor of diamonds,
No ray penetrates the night of your heart.
I’ve known that for a long time.
I don’t complain,
Even if my heart is breaking,
I saw you in a dream,
And saw the night inside your heart,
And saw the serpent that gnaws at your heart,
I saw, my love, how miserable you are.
I don’t complain.
Texts by Heinrich Heine (1797-1856)