Dear friends, today May 18, 2011 is the hundredth anniversary of the death of one of the greatest musicians controversial, admired and idolized: Gustav Mahler .
will detractors and admirers, people who will get his music to the soul or not even pass the ear. That is always difficult to assess. However, for those who admire his music today is a special day in which we pay tribute and particularly to thank for his great musical work that so many and such a good time has given us the pleasure of enjoying.
In honor skipping a bit simple and the script provided a record that I want to understand is the nicest thing I can offer the teacher. A Das Lied von der Erde supreme, wonderful, charming, very human, very deep and talented. No comparisons with other approaches, it is not necessary to do so at this time. A simple disk supreme content of exquisite taste and unparalleled beautiful music.
Mahler wanted is for you, because thanks to you, I smiled, I cried, I loved, I felt, I moved and I have become more humane. going around the world of music as art.
Hope you enjoy it up there and we can do down here.
Again, the Beloved
flowers and greens everywhere in spring,
Everywhere and eternally
blue lights shine on the horizon!
Eternally ... eternally ...
Dear Mahler, permanently greens you my heart and sprout in it, new, my dreams as do the flowers on earth, are like a spring to my heart and surely many of those lights that shine on the horizon are notes from you, your soul, your be deep and eternal. Thank you very much for your music.
(Das Lied von der Erde)
Das Trinklied von Jammer der Erde
(after Li-Tai-Po)
early waves of wine in golden goblets, drinking
But yet, I only
sing you a song!
The song of sorrow
to laugh ringing in your soul.
When approaching the grief,
lie desolate gardens of the soul,
wilting and dying, the joy, the song is dark
life is death.
master of this house!
your cellar is full of golden wine
!
here these sounds I call mine!
strike the lute and the glasses empty,
These are the things that go together!
a full glass of wine at the right time
is worth more than all the kingdoms of this Earth!
Dark is life, is death.
The sky forever blue, and the earth
is long established and stand
aufblüh'n in spring.
But you, man, how long will you live?
Not a hundred years you may distribute up
delight in all the rotten triviality of this earth!
Look down there!
In the moonlight on the graves
Squats a wild, ghostly figure -
an ape 'is! Hear how
be weeping in the sweet fragrance of life!
Now take the wine!
Now it's time, comrades!
Empty the golden cup to the dregs!
Dark is life, is death.
The Lonely surge in the fall
(After Chiang-Tsi)
autumn mist blue over the sea;
are obtained from the frost all the grasses;
It is thought an artist had
dust of jade.
scattered over the delicate flowers.
The sweet fragrance of flowers is gone;
A cold wind bends down their stems.
will soon Dart around the withered leaves
The
golden lotus flowers on the water.
My heart is tired.
My little lamp has gone out with
crackling
it reminds me of sleep.
I come to you, trust resting place!
Yes, give me rest, I need to be refreshed!
I cry a lot in my solitude;
Autumn in my heart
lasted too long;
sun of love,
will you never seem to ask for my tears
aufzutrocknen mild?
From youth
(after Li-Tai-Po)
middle of the small ponds
stands a pavilion of green and white porcelain
.
Like the back of a tiger
bridge arches of jade
over to the pavilion.
sit in the little house, friends,
beautifully dressed, drinking, chatting;
Some write down verses.
your silken
sleeves slide backward, their silken caps
funny squatting deep in the neck.
On the small pond of water to calm
Wunderlich shows everything in a mirror:
all standing on its head
In the pavilion of green and white porcelain
.
Like a half moon is the bridge
arch inverted. Friends,
beautifully dressed, drink, chat.
On Beauty
pick (after Li-Tai-Po)
Young girls flowers,
pick lotus flowers along the shore.
between bushes and leaves they sit,
gathering flowers in her lap and call each other
teasingly.
Golden sun plays among the figures,
mirroring them in plain water.
sun reflects their slender limbs,
your sweet eyes.
And the breeze lifts with caresses
on the fabric of her sleeve,
out the magic of their fragrance in the air.
O see the handsome boy romp
there on the water's edge on spirited horses?
shining afar like the sun rays associated
Already among the branches of the green pastures
trots the young fresh people!
The horse of one neighing happy to
and shies and canters away,
waver over flowers and grasses through the hooves,
trampling up a storm
the fallen flowers,
Hei! How flutter wildly its mane,
hotly its nostrils!
Golden sun plays among the figures,
mirroring them in plain water.
And the fairest of the maidens sends
long look after him, the longing.
Her proud stance is only a pretense:
Swing plaintive In the flash of her large eyes,
In the darkness of her ardent gaze
even after the excitement
her heart.
The drunkard in spring
(After-Tao Li-Po)
If a dream is life,
Why trouble and trial?
I drink until I can no longer
the whole day long!
And if I can drink no more, because
Kehl and soul are full, Sun
I stagger to my door
sleep And wonderful!
What do I hear when I awake? Hark!
A bird sings in the tree.
I ask him if it is spring,
I feel as if in a dream. The bird chirps
: Yes!
Spring is here, it came overnight!
From the depths of contemplation I listen to, the bird sings and laughs
!
I fill my Becher new
And empty it to the dregs
And sing until the moon shines on
black sky!
And if I can sing no more, so I
sleep again,
What do I care for in the spring?
Let me be drunk!
The farewell
(After Mong-Kao-Yen and Wang Wei)
The sun departs behind the mountains.
In every valley rises the evening down
with his shadow, which are full cooling.
Oh look! Like a silver boat floats
up the moon in the blue sky '.
I feel the fine wind wafting
behind the dark spruce!
The brook sings full euphony
through the darkness.
the flowers pale in the twilight.
The earth breathes, full of peace and sleep.
all yearning wishes to dream now,
The tired men go home to get to sleep in order
of forgotten happiness and youth
new!
The birds crouch silently in their branches.
The world falls asleep
It blows coolly in the shadows of my spruce.
I stand here and wait for my friend;
I wait to bid a last farewell.
I yearn, my friend, enjoy your side
The beauty of this evening.
stay Where are you?
You leave me alone so long!
I wander up and down with my Lute
on paths
swell of soft grass.
O beauty!
O eternal love, life trunk'ne world!
He dismounted and handed him the drink of farewell
dar.
It asked him where he was going
And also why it must be.
He spoke, his voice was choked:
You, my friend,
I was not in this world
, fortune!
Where do I go?
I go, I wander in the mountains.
rest I search for my lonely heart.
I wander to the homeland, my home!
I will never wander far.
My heart is still and awaits its hour! The dear earth everywhere
Blüht
auf im Lenz und grunt aufs neu! Allüberall
und ewig blauen licht die
Fernen!
Ewig ... ewig ...
Bacchic Song pain land
(According to Li-Tai-Po)
The wine shines in the golden bowls
but do not drink yet,
hear my song!
The edge of the ring penalty
in your soul like a laugh.
When it's worth,
the garden of the soul becomes barren,
go out joy and singing.
Dark is life and death.
Lord of this house!
Your golden wine cellar is full! Here
lute, now it's mine!
Playing the lute and empty cups,
are things that complement each other!
A glass of wine at the time
is more precious than all the kingdoms of the earth!
Dark is life and death.
The sky is always blue and the Earth
bud in spring.
But you, man, how will you live? You have no
a century to enjoy all the vanities
rotten
of this earth!
Look there! In the moonlight,
on the graves, a figure crouched
wild and ghastly.
is a monkey! Hear how her moan
melts in the sweet smell of life!
wine now!
It's time folks! Empty
golden crown to the end!
Dark is life and death.
The lonely autumn
(According to Chang-Tsi)
Azulea
the autumn mist in the lake's icy
dawn frost covers the grass
as if an artist had sprayed powder jade
the delicate flowers.
The sweet aroma of flowers fades, and an icy wind
overcome their stems.
Soon withered
the golden petals of the lotus float on water
.
My heart is tired.
My candle was extinguished in a last-gasp
,
brings me to sleep.
I am writing to you, beloved home!
Yes, give me the peace that I need!
cry so much in my solitude!
Autumn in my heart
too long. Sun
love
do not shine anymore,
to dry my tears bitter sweet?
From youth
(According to Li-Tai-Po)
Amid the small pond is a pavilion
green and white porcelain.
As the back of a tiger
warp
jade bridge to the pavilion.
some friends in the little house sitting
well dressed, drink and chat ...
some write poems.
His silk sleeves and caps slip
falling back happily on her neck.
quiet on the surface of the pond all
wonderfully reflected in a mirror:
Everything is upside down in the pavilion
green and white porcelain.
The bridge looks like a crescent, with its inverted arch
. Some friends,
well dressed, drink and chat.
From the beauty
(According to Li-Tai-Po)
Some girls collect lotus flowers on the riverbank. Sitting
bushes and foliage, flowers collected
within it and exchange jokes.
The golden sun shining on their bodies
and reflected in the clear water.
The sun reflects its delicate limbs,
her sweet eyes.
And the zephyr swells with
caress the fabric of his sleeves, taking the magic
of her perfume through the air.
Oh, look! Who are those beautiful boys
that back in the bank
mounted their steeds? Shining
like sunshine through the branches of willows green
young gallant ride!
One of the horses neighing and doubt
cheerful and flies on flowers and grass
spend their helmets, like a storm
treading the fallen petals.
Ah, how to undulate their manes
and they smoke their nostrils!
The golden sun shining on their bodies
and reflected in the clear water.
And the most beautiful of girls
follows with a look of desire.
His pride is nothing more than facade:
the spark of her large eyes,
in the dark of his burning eyes, vibrates
still complaining
agitation of his heart.
The drunkard in spring
(Under-Tao Li-Po)
If life is but dream,
why so much toil and trouble? Bebo
could not be more
the whole day!
And when I can no more,
filled body and soul, I
hesitating to my door and I sleep great!
What I hear you wake up? Hear!
A bird sings in the tree.
I wonder if now
and spring seems like a dream.
The bird chirps, yeah!
Spring arrived overnight!
I listen with great attention
the bird sings and laughs!
Refill my glass
and trouble until the last drop
and sing until the moon shines
in the black sky.
And when I can not sing
back to sleep.
What do I have to do with spring?
Let me be drunk!
's Farewell (According Mong-Kao-Yen and Wang-Wei)
The sun disappears behind the mountains, every valley falls
afternoon shadows
with full of freshness.
Oh look! Like a silver boat fleet
the moon in the sky blue sea.
feel the breath of a breeze subtle
behind the dark pines!
The stream sings harmony in the dark.
At dusk the flowers fade. The earth breathes
silence and sleep. All desires
aspire to dream
men come home tired,
to relearn the forgotten happiness and youth.
birds huddle on the branches. The world sleeps
wind blows in the shade of the pines.
I'm here waiting for my friends
them hope for a last goodbye.
I enjoy your side, friend,
the beauty of this afternoon.
Where are you?
leave me much time alone!
Bum back and forth with my lute,
the roads full of tender grass. Oh beauty! Oh
drunk world of eternal love and life!
dismounted and gave the cup goodbye. He asked where I was going
and why it should be.
spoke, his voice was veiled:
My friend, on this earth,
lucky I was good!
Where do I go? Vago
the mountains.
My lonely heart seeks peace.
I return to my homeland, my home!
No more distant horizons.
My heart awaits quiet time. Again
land
loved flowers and greens
everywhere in spring,
Everywhere and eternally blue lights shine
on the horizon!
Eternally ... eternally ...
Das Lied von der Erde Josef Krips Vienna Symphony Orchestra
Fritz Wunderlich, tenor
Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau, baritone Recording
, Musikverein Golden Hall, June 14, 1964
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