Text by Heinrich Heine (1797-1856)
translated into English by Joseph Massaad
Departure |
I | II |
III | IV |
V | VI |
VII | VIII |
IX | X |
XI | XII |
XIII | XIV |
XV
XVI | XVII
| XVIII | XIX |
XX | XXI |
XXII | XXIII |
XXIV | XXV |
XXVI | XXVII
Farewell, Paris, beloved town! The German heart within my breast His cures are famous, his cures are
fast, Farewell, merry people of France! Just think, I miss the smell of
peat! I long for tobacco-smell,
councillors, I long for seeing my mother too! Farewell my wife, my lovely wife! This painful yearning drives me
away, The ache, the anguish, this pressing
need By the end of the year, I’ll be back |
Departure |
I | II |
III | IV |
V | VI |
VII | VIII |
IX | X |
XI | XII |
XIII | XIV |
XV
XVI | XVII
| XVIII | XIX |
XX | XXI |
XXII | XXIII |
XXIV | XXV |
XXVI | XXVII