Sonntag, 22. Oktober 2006
Völlig anderweitig
00:19h
und nur so zu meiner Erinnerung, und weil - ach was, wofür brauch ich eigentlich 'nen Grund? Bloß weil nicht "Stricken" drüber steht?
"On this Island" op. 11 - Now the Leaves are Falling Fast
Benjamin BRITTEN (1913-1976)
Text by W. H. Auden (1907-1973)
Now the leaves are falling fast,
Nurse's flowers will not last;
Nurses to the graves are gone,
And the prams go rolling on.
Whisp'ring neighbours, left and right,
Pluck us from the real delight;
And the active hands must freeze
Lonely on the sep'rate knees.
Dead in hundreds at the back
Follow wooden in our track,
Arms raised stiffly to reprove
In false attitudes of love.
Starving through the leafless wood
Trolls run scolding for their food;
And the nightingale is dumb,
And the angel will not come.
Cold, impossible, ahead
Lifts the mountain's lovely head
Whose white waterfall could bless
Travellers in their last distress.
"On this Island" op. 11 - Now the Leaves are Falling Fast
Benjamin BRITTEN (1913-1976)
Text by W. H. Auden (1907-1973)
Now the leaves are falling fast,
Nurse's flowers will not last;
Nurses to the graves are gone,
And the prams go rolling on.
Whisp'ring neighbours, left and right,
Pluck us from the real delight;
And the active hands must freeze
Lonely on the sep'rate knees.
Dead in hundreds at the back
Follow wooden in our track,
Arms raised stiffly to reprove
In false attitudes of love.
Starving through the leafless wood
Trolls run scolding for their food;
And the nightingale is dumb,
And the angel will not come.
Cold, impossible, ahead
Lifts the mountain's lovely head
Whose white waterfall could bless
Travellers in their last distress.
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