Paroles et traduction Angelo Branduardi - Loibere Risen

Loibere Risen

Loibere risen von den boimen hin
Zu tal des stan blot ir este.
Blomen sich wisen daz se sint
Vurtorben al,
Schoene was ir gleste.
Sus twinget de rife maniger hande
Wurzel sal,
Des bin ich gar sere betrubet.
Nu ich zu grife:
Sint der winder ist so kal,
Des wirt nuwe vroide geubet.
Helfet mir schallen hundert tusent
Vroiden mer,
Wen des meien blute kan bringen.
Rosen de vallen an minr vrowen
Roter ler, da von wil ich singen.
Twingt mich de kulde, al ir wurzel
Smackes ger
De sint an ir libe gestrowet.
Wurbe ich ir hulde, son bedrocht
Ich vroiden mer,
Sus de minningliche mich vrowet.

Loibere Risen

Lovely rose, with your leaves so green
Of the valley, both fresh and clean.
Blooming now blossoms that seem
To be all of them
Dead and gone, so fair a gleam.
Thus the rime binds many a type
Of root and flower,
And I am greatly saddened.
Now I am certain:
Since the winter is so chill,
Now is born new joy.
Help me, a hundred thousand voices
To proclaim in glee,
When the flowers of May are blossoming.
Roses fall on my Lady’s
Red hair, for that will I sing.
Though the cold confines all her roots
In a bitter taste,
On her body they are strewn.
If I could have her favor, I would no longer grieve
But have even more joy,
Thus her loveliness delights me.