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*[http://www.recmusic.org/lieder/get_text.html?TextId=23881 English lyrics at the "Lied and Art Song Texts Page"] | *[http://www.recmusic.org/lieder/get_text.html?TextId=23881 English lyrics at the "Lied and Art Song Texts Page"] | ||
*[http://www.recmusic.org/lieder/get_text.html?TextId=11643 Italian translation at the "Lied and Art Song Texts Page"] | *[http://www.recmusic.org/lieder/get_text.html?TextId=11643 Italian translation at the "Lied and Art Song Texts Page"] | ||
*[http://www.recmusic.org/lieder/get_text.html?TextId=28847 2nd Italian translation at the "Lied and Art Song Texts Page"]}} | |||
==Original text and translations== | ==Original text and translations== | ||
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- Contributor: David Newman (submitted 2008-08-03). Score information: Letter, 4 pages, 278 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Both German and English lyrics, English translation by George Cooper. Edition in G Major. Scanning source: "World's Best Music" © 1904.
General Information
Title: Er ist’s
Composer: Hugo Wolf
Lyricist: Eduard Mörike
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: Soprano solo
Genre: Secular, Art song
Language: German
Instruments: Piano
First published:
Description: from Mörike-Lieder, No. 6
External websites:
- Entry at the "Lied and Art Song Texts Page"
- English translation at the "Lied and Art Song Texts Page"
- English lyrics at the "Lied and Art Song Texts Page"
- Italian translation at the "Lied and Art Song Texts Page"
- 2nd Italian translation at the "Lied and Art Song Texts Page"
Original text and translations
German text
Frühling lässt sein blaues Band
Wieder flattern durch die Lüfte;
Süße, wohlbekannte Düfte
Streifen ahnungsvoll das Land.
Veilchen träumen schon,
Wollen balde kommen.
Horch, von fern ein leiser Harfenton!
Frühling, ja du bist’s!
Dich hab ich vernommen!