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- CPDL #17773:
- Editor: Maurizio Tomasi (submitted 2008-07-31). Score information: A4, 5 pages, 134 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Edition in D Flat Major.
General Information
Title: Die Forelle
Composer: Franz Schubert
Lyricist: Christian Friedrich Daniel Schubart (1739-1791)
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: Soprano Solo
Genre: Secular, Lied
Language: German
Instruments: Piano
Published: Stanzas 1-3 of the poem set by Schubert, "Die Forelle", Op. 7, No. 3, D 550 (1817?).
Description:
External websites:
- Entry at "Art Song Central" for this song
- 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"
- 2nd English translation at the "Lied and Art Song Texts Page"
- Italian translation at the "Lied and Art Song Texts Page"
- Dutch lyrics at the "Lied and Art Song Texts Page"
- Spanish translation at the "Lied and Art Song Texts Page"
Original text and translations
German text
In einem Bächlein helle,
Da schoß in froher Eil
Die launische Forelle
Vorüber wie ein Pfeil.
Ich stand an dem Gestade
Und sah in süßer Ruh
Des muntern Fischleins Bade
Im klaren Bächlein zu.
Ein Fischer mit der Rute
Wohl an dem Ufer stand,
Und sah’s mit kaltem Blute,
Wie sich das Fischlein wand.
So lang dem Wasser Helle,
So dacht ich, nicht gebricht,
So fängt er die Forelle
Mit seiner Angel nicht.
Doch endlich ward dem Diebe
Die Zeit zu lang. Er macht
Das Bächlein tückisch trübe,
Und eh ich es gedacht,
So zuckte seine Rute,
Das Fischlein zappelt dran,
Und ich mit regem Blute
Sah die Betrogene an.