Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Praetorius: Es ist ein Ros' entsprungen, artist - Albrecht Mayer. Album song Let It Snow, in the genre Мировая классика
Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Record label: Deutsche Grammophon
Song language: Deutsch
Praetorius: Es ist ein Ros' entsprungen(original) |
Es ist ein' Ros' entsprungen |
Aus einer Wurzel zart |
Wie uns die Alten sungen |
Von Jesse war die Art |
Und hat ein Blüm'lein 'bracht; |
Mitten im kalten Winter |
Wohl zu der halben Nacht |
1. Lo, how a rose e’er blooming |
From tender stem hath sprung |
Of Jesse’s lineage coming |
As men of old have sung; |
It came, a flow’ret bright |
Amid the cold of winter |
When halfspent was the night |
2. Das Röslein, das ich meine |
Davon Jesaia sagt: |
Maria ist’s, die Reine |
Die uns das Blüm'lein bracht' |
Aus Gottes ew’gem Rat |
Hat sie ein Kind geboren |
Wohl zu der halben Nacht |
2. Isaiah 'twas foretold it |
The Rose I have in mind |
With Mary we behold it |
The virgin mother kind; |
To show God’s love aright |
She bore to us a Savior |
When halfspent was the night |
3. Das Blümelein, so kleine |
Das duftet uns so süß; |
Mit seinem hellen Scheine |
Vertreibt’s die Finsternis |
Wahr’r Mensch und wahrer Gott! |
Hilft uns aus allem Leide |
Rettet von Sünd' und Tod |
(translation) |
A 'Ros' has sprung |
Tender from a root |
As the elders sang to us |
Of Jesse was the kind |
And brought a little flower; |
In the middle of the cold winter |
Probably for half the night |
1. Lo, how a rose e'er blooming |
From tender stem hath sprung |
Of Jesse's lineage coming |
As men of old have sung; |
It came, a flow'ret bright |
Amid the cold of winter |
When halfspent was the night |
2. The little rose I mean |
Of which Isaiah says: |
It's Maria, the pure one |
who brought us the little flowers |
From God's eternal counsel |
Did she give birth to a child? |
Probably for half the night |
2. Isaiah 'twas foretold it |
The Rose I have in mind |
With Mary we behold it |
The virgin mother kind; |
To show God's love right |
She bore to us a Savior |
When halfspent was the night |
3. The little flower, so small |
That smells so sweet to us; |
With its bright glow |
Drive away the darkness |
True man and true God! |
Helps us out of all suffering |
Save from sin and death |