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A White Stone
04:49
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A White Stone
A white stone in the well‘s cool deepness
There lays in me a wonderful remembrance
I‘m not able and don‘t want to miss this
It is my torture and my utter gladness
As a white stone
I think, that he whose look will be directed
Into my eyes, at once will see it whole
He will become more thoughtful and dejected
Than someone, hearing a story of a dole
As a white stone
The gods turned once in their madness
Men into things, not killing humane senses
To turn in to my reminiscences
To make eternal the unearthly sadness
As a white stone
Ein Weißer Stein
Ein weißer Stein in der kühlen Tiefe des Brunnens
Da liegt in mir eine wunderbare Erinnerung
Ich kann und will es nicht missen
Es ist meine Qual und meine große Freude
Wie ein weißer Stein
Ich denke, dass derjenige, dessen Blick sich
auf meine Augen richtet, es sofort ganz sehen wird
Er wird nachdenklicher und schwermütiger werden
als jemand, der von einer milden Gabe hört
Wie ein weißer Stein
Die Götter verwandelten einst in ihrem
Wahnsinn Menschen in Dinge, die den Verstand nicht töten
Um sich in meine Erinnerungen zu verwande
ln Um die schaurige Traurigkeit zu verewigen
Wie ein weißer Stein
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Sing Of Love
05:40
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Sing Of Love
Take from us what saddens thee
renew our spirits, quench our thirst
keep us from deeds we‘ll later rue
for the love of them who loved us first
Give us strength that we may conquer
All our foes, give us victories
And strength to quiet every sorrow
Comfort every heart that grieves
And therefore it‘s dark in my house
Like sadness, in the evening aroused
And therefore, all of my friends
Sing of love, that was never on land
Besingt die Liebe
Nimm von uns, was Dich betrübt
Erneuere unsere Lebensgeister, lösche unseren Durst
Bewahre uns vor Taten, die wir später bereuen werden
aus Liebe zu denen, die uns zuerst geliebt haben
Gib uns Kraft, dass wir bezwingen können
All unsere Feinde, gib uns Siege
Und Kraft, um jeden Kummer zu besänftigen
Tröste jedes Herz das trauert
Und deshalb ist es dunkel in meinem Haus
Wie Traurigkeit, am Abend erweckt
Und darum singen alle meine Freunde
Besingt die Liebe, die nie an Land ward
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