Kindertotenlieder

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You, who filled my house with quiet happiness
The beautiful life is soon over
Wake up, oh light of song,
In my household songs,
My laments should joyfully bubble
The crimes that the rigours of death have done to you,
Have I now for the first time seen
So short was your life
I’m afraid, it was the violation
Wining in losses,
Many things are nevertheless granted to me:
Muses, my companions,
I am, and also my poem is,
I always did their will
I always nursed the poetry,
In poems and stories / Only in a mild, gentle climate
Joy flowed around me for a long time
An embalmed Egyptian corpse
You are a shadow in the day
If ye have to go some time
You are the whole, oh child, of what we mourn,
You were small, and small blossoms I twine
For my breast, pulsing with passion
“You have not lived for nothing”;
Which plump foot has stepped through these flowers?
I didn’t know what I was missing,
Sad premonitory thoughts
I built two gates
Ah, that without sorrow
The five rose thorns of the rose,
When her little soul dissolves
They, who did no wrongs on Earth
Doctors know the rules
Not only to capture my pain
On my flower garden has
The maid brings the news of the death
My little angel, my little angel,
They have had their fun
There are the new years well-wishers,
The shrill cry of raw joy
And should I not curse the custom
To be dead must be a delight:
I have with so many roses
What, then, helps the sunshine,
When you sit on the knee
I loved you, my daughter!
Where once I in the Spring wind
Now, I joke to myself,
As a boy, my greatest contentment was
For each of the brothers was a
This melody sounds to me
Not a parakeet
The sighs that flutter away to you,
Certainly, I don’t mourn you,
Oh bud, red in morning light,
When through the doorway / When your mother
That they have your eyes
More charming than all the languages,
You didn’t just go, you flew,
Christmas fresh and healthy
Far too spidery, far too spidery
She has taken the heart from my chest
I asked in earnest:
The mother chooses a little dress for the dead
Oh her starry eyes,
That I should drink and eat,
I wanted to raise a spinstress,
Now I see well, why such a dark flame
I spoke to my little girl:
A hard-working housewife
I was the man, your father, you were my child;
Never did I see you wake other
I have, in my casual ears,
Ours is a half-grown-up child
You that the autumn life
How comforting is the night, that which swims around us!
Hot tears to cry
You have been awake, and jumped,
My little angel, my little angel,
From five brothers, oh enviable
That one is the most confident
Worse than being an invalid,
The most flattering liar,
I would like lie to death,
Now the light is on the rise,
Allow me to hesitate, allow me to hesitate,
And should the dear boy
Reason, how poorly
Ill-fated house -
To abolish the horrible ways to die
If only I was less frightened,
As it became apparent,
That in the patient's room
Gentle calming element
You have survived the night
This slumber is going to dissolve
Even abundance of health
In the doctor's room there are two doctors
Yesterday I had to God hands
It had you the Christmas time
Ah that you still with firm
Ah! From my beloved little swarm
Never fortune telling
Today is fully the fifth year,
You were called Ernst, and playing was your thing,
The sky knows how to arrange it
One tolls again a child in the grave,
Go! You can't stay
To the beautiful place of images
In the crowd of the army
That, where now released
What should the tolling of the bells
Only those who lived in community of people
As the glowing steel hisses
Now we allow our commerce to end
As I last spring with your
You were rich in jokes
Whether to hear or to read
It was in my house,
I must know what made me happy
This house, in which I experience the deepest sadness
With the sky to bicker
When from the four critically ill
Is it better, to not have owned,
You speak, oh friend: oh friend, allow yourself to teach
I abandon my heart to the grief
Fair children sent I two to the grave,
In good days
Usually people will have compassion
When they look sad to me,
What you advised from the scattered pieces
Be in your bereavement
We refuse to tolerate showings of sympathy,
As long as my friend stays, whenever I am with him,
Why do you rampage, storm,
How horrible it is in this world
I know an old dead man,
They want, among other consolations,
I must speak forever more:
Ah, with your cheerful laughter
Let this be my only consolation:
All little waters flow
The moon looks into the chamber
When both of your names
"Go, children, not up to the water!
This is my lament,
My friends, those close to my heart,
During the day I can the grief
Happy, who the half night
Now I have to do everything
Tears flow richly
A beggar stands at the door
I wouldn't advise myself pleasure!
What is dying? What is being dead?
That it is deception, I know,
Sick first child to child,
Sinks the sun in the evening,
Have from all of the smiles
Ah, from where
Until the recent events
Just speak to me, and allow me to feel
If to aged you your youth again
The time is agitated,
I am ashamed almost, it to confess
Over all graves grows at last the grass
My role, I think, is now played out,
All our laments help not
Oh Christmas tree
Incredible, how bears a heart
It's too difficult, what I endured,
Inseparables
I hoped, that you should've stayed with me,
What things I still have to lose,
The moon has faded
To higher hours she vanished,
The roses are withered,
Oh you sad winter tears,
Should I then in these
I have god begged,
That I therefore the whole night,
I wanted, that I slept
The mother speaks
Have half-jokingly asked
Who to me from you two
I say, when a child attacks a child
As the poor hen
Oh as I now so lonely am
As you once your small suffering
It burned in my chamber,
When too a wind of suffering blows
To the Attendant
I thank God, that this torment
Not yet was a January
The house is empty
Winter, that you now in the north
A winter was it, but also no winter,
I went with a sunken head
Now you have harm enough done
The violet has come into bloom
When I saw the clouds cry / Should I clouds implore
Raise me from the sky's corner
If you honestly think it
Where you, summer winds
Just Let me drift away in sleep
Morning light!
Lift, cover of clouds,
If the sun joy-renewingly shines,
When I was happy,
The swallow arrived
As we to you ourselves lower our gazes
A rose tree before the house stood
Not enough, that I grieve
I wanted to pluck a flowerbud / My boys destroyed flowers
The spring speaks:
Unquiet is it in nature,
Thaw, oh May, and each
A lark in the wind
Why do you look uneasy,
As people
From your eyes hung
More beautiful is it truly in heaven
Come into the woods, if you want to be with us,
Deep in the forest grounds
The charm of spring comes,
Lilies and roses stand
May bells
How lovely is the sunshine,
Nobody should see me crying
Comes the rain of spring
Oh golden red of morning
Oh how weak
Where the flowers live quietly
Primula Veris.
Hyacinth, whose bells
Three-hundred lines
I've said it to all the bushes
Lovely bloom of nature,
The first leaf of spring
If a centaury
Every flower
May makes everything green,
Surrounded by mountains,
In the wood's holy silence
How do I begin with Spring's beginning?
Where game of the evening winds move the flower clusters,
Mornings with the sound of the sickle
Solace for winter frost,
Sun, you go under
Not from artistically-hewn
I go into forest and meadow
Let us strew roses and lilies!
Let me lie in the countryside
Oh sculptress, nature, within small confines
Who lived as I do
Where plants stand by you
A little bud unopened
On the door jambs were
Your two unlucky pages
The canary atones
As the cabbage was for the winter,
The children, the nicest
Some things are probably for you,
Grandfather left
I heard a fairy tale once
From the toys
Come, oh beautiful brother
To our garden came
Because I sadly
Here lies in the chest
Because you were the smallest,
Here in the dark living room
If solace could give me something,
The forms of my loves,
You have come alone,
I was accustomed to bringing you something,
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There is no place
To my friend Barth
Oh picture of my boy
When a friend wanted to paint
If I look into the still light
The father to the mother
As once when I you, my child
My friend was right: no dark veil
Those are our terrestrial
As they raced and ran with strength, with strength
There was a door, without a key,
As many times as I once to your gate
Once when I left
I carried from the earliest little years
My little girl and boy,
So much of the Good never came,
What can stop me?
Each of my children is
You had so great a happiness
Celebrate, you living
I must lament, that I lament,
And so are the two of mine,
Have you, dear boys,
Often I think that they've just gone out
You were stolen from the joy of life
Sweet happiness, you will be mourned
Because on Shrove Tuesday I didn't
You alone have not died to me,
I've brought it so far already
In the spring of our love,
See I your little beds,
In the room, whose window
How lovely the flowers bloom
I found a plant of wonder,
A little tear comes to me
Live well, beloved life!
When I, with eyes and with ears drank
I want to daily decorate you with fresh flowers,
Should I now leave the city,
Poured out of the spring sky
Does it mean I have forgotten you
I always saw, and hopped
They celebrate
See I a beautiful flower
Because nothing more beautiful in the garden blooms than rose and lily,
It was no dream
Still, but still! the evil hours will also go
I see you painted in the space of the room
Also from the cliff's echo
A letter of friendship, in good hours
As the bee
One month when I
It was my little children
Now god has lent you out,
Luck you, you that escaped the world
To have lost you
What happened can't be changed.
You two,
If, like me, sorrow refreshes you
In this weather, in this turmoil
With names full of love and sweetness
Oh you, too early deprived
Rose upon rose came,
I praise with every raw wind
I often feel that a miracle must've happened,
Angels float around us,
Of the bother of life
I don't know, whether today for me
When the day bows down,
I am struck in my heart by sadness
When I you so small and cute
You are the first rose
You wander beyond the Sun
As I sealed the letter
You still bring me your roses,
You know the legend
As I carefully
Your enticements
A light appeared to me
You were my guest in good times
Had I gold and precious gems
To console the mother's heart
Like Jakob when Joseph's robe
Ah, I only want to know one thing
Everything earthly must have
To fade away, to float away
You long thought yourself ready,
It's hard enough to bear
I only wanted to have a little
Of the maternal Grandmother
When you always while blooming
Now the sun wants to brightly rise
Where are the barriers
Be but without worries
You only make your heart heavy
The spear that struck my wound
There was a time I could talk about dying
When first the body is under the earth
Who wants another's joy
Happiness gives in order to take;
When the gardener looks after flowers,
A single man, who defenceless
Joy from sorrow,
If you are looking for the happy
The flowers that were frozen off,
Ah this weak eye,
It's as if
You can't console me either,
Sleep by the flower's
I can't fathom
Colours float before my eyes,
You don't need to feed your suffering
Happy, they who lies to rest,
Go ever forth
Much have I learned, much have I forgotten,
Should I grieve
Because I nowhere fear loss
At the cemetery
Spring flowers must
You need something to love.
The tree would not endure the discomfort
If your dead don't live with you
Whether it's imposed on me,
You have enough to suffer,
The extinguished ray of joy
Good night and good morning
I thought that you should
You were butterflies
You were my lovely angel
For five years
Child of man, before it's dry
I thought, because with joy
I can't climb up
My most beautiful pair to rob,
The death and life of people
Like the Indian fig tree
I didn't want so many,
When your heart dwells on thoughts,
From morning's silver bloom
You say: where is God's hand
When I prayed over my child:
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Tell me nothing of earthly valley of tears
In the sky I always
Of all difficult tests
You want to shine, shine, oh Moon,
You left before I'd've thought
My little daughter, a painting of you
As the death of my children advances in years
I now go to the murky days,
In summer it was for me a consolation, with blossoms
One rose had been
Which of your cushions
Under the blue of the sky,
When I think of yours,
My good, my good,
Should I bring many small things,
When I had you as
A year has now faded away
The children's birthday wish to their mother
Seeing again
Exchange.
To the little ones who stayed

Kindertotenlieder

Songs on the Death of Children

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