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:'''Edition notes:''' English translation by Isabella G. Parker. Edition in E Flat Major. Source: Hamelle, 1879. | :'''Edition notes:''' English translation by Isabella G. Parker. Edition in E Flat Major. Source: Hamelle, 1879. |
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- Editor: Ludovic Sardain (submitted 2008-07-21). Score information: Letter, 4 pages, 83 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: English translation by Isabella G. Parker. Edition in E Flat Major. Source: Hamelle, 1879.
- Editor: Pierre Gouin (submitted 2006-08-08). Score information: Letter, 3 pages, 111 kB Copyright: Copyright © Les Éditions Outremontaises, 2006
- Edition notes: Edition in e flat Major.
General Information
Title: Les matelots Op. 2, No. 2
Composer: Gabriel Fauré
Lyricist: Théophile Gautier (1811-1872)
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: Solo Soprano
Genre: Secular, Chanson
Language: French
Instruments: Piano
Published: 1876 (composed 1870?)
Description: Dedicated to Mlle Alice Boissonnet.
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"
- German translation at the "Lied and Art Song Texts Page"
Original text and translations
French text
- Sur l’eau bleue et profonde,
- Nous allons voyageant.
- Environnant le monde
- D’un sillage d’argent.
- Des îles de la Sonde,
- De l’Inde au ciel brulé,
- Jusqu’au pòle gelé!
- Nous pensons à la terre
- Que nous fuyons toujours.
- A notre vieille mère,
- A nos jeunes amours.
- Mais la vague légère
- Avec son doux refrain,
- Endort notre chagrin!
- Existence sublime,
- Bercés par notre nid.
- Nous vivons sur l’abime,
- Au sein de l’infini,
- Des flots rasant la cîme.
- Dans le grand désert bleu
- Nous marchons avec Dieu!