Here is one of my favourite songs from one of my favourite composers - "Liebesbotschaft" (Love's Message), by Franz Schubert, sung by Petre Munteanu, a Romanian tenor. Schubert wrote it about 1828, the year of his death at the early age of 31.
Since boyhood Schubert's music has been a source of great pleasure for me, especially the two song-cycles "Die schöne Müllerin" (The Maid of the Mill) and "Winterreise" (Winter Journey); but this song does not belong to either of those groups. For me it exemplifies the unmatched ability of Schubert to conjure wonderful feelings with simple tunes and accompaniments on the piano.
P.S. I have added the original German words by Rellstab, and a translation into English, as a comment to this post.
(A footnote here: A definitive biography of Schubert has been written by a woman called Elizabeth whom I was very attracted to in my early twenties - i.e. about 60 years ago. I first saw her in a physics lecture given by C.F. Powell (a Nobel laureate) at Bristol University and immediately saw mental pictures of her living with me in the forests of Canada - in a previous life I suppose. The attraction was not sexual but seemed to have some other basis - but I won't continue this story as it really has nothing to do with Liebesbotschaft! Material for another post perhaps.)
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3 comments:
I want to read about Elizabeth!!
As for Liebesbotschaft; lovely! Thank you for sharing
I've listened to this 3 times already...I keep hitting replay! It's so beautiful. Thank you for sharing, Malcolm!
Kitty
Rauschendes Bächlein,
So silbern und hell,
Eilst zur Geliebten
So munter und schnell?
Ach, trautes Bächlein,
Mein Bote sei du;
Bringe die Grüße
Des Fernen ihr zu.
All ihre Blumen,
Im Garten gepflegt,
Die sie so lieblich
Am Busen trägt,
Und ihre Rosen
In purpurner Glut,
Bächlein, erquicke
Mit kühlender Flut.
Wenn sie am Ufer,
In Träume versenkt,
Meiner gedenkend
Das Köpfchen hängt,
Tröste die Süße
Mit freundlichem Blick,
Denn der Geliebte
Kehrt bald zurück.
Neigt sich die Sonne
Mit rötlichem Schein,
Wiege das Liebchen
In Schlummer ein.
Rausche sie murmelnd
In süße Ruh,
Flüstre ihr Träume
Der Liebe zu.
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Murmuring brooklet,
So silvery bright,
Hurry to my beloved
So fast and light,
Oh friendly brooklet,
Be my messenger fair,
Bring my distant greetings
to her.
All the flowers
She tends in her garden,
Which she sweetly
Bears on her bosom,
And her roses
In a purple glow,
Brooklet, refresh them
With cooling flow.
When on the bank,
Immersed in dreams,
Remembering me,
She hangs her head,
Comfort my sweetheart
With a friendly glance,
For her beloved
Will soon come back.
When the sun sets
With reddening glow,
Rock my loved one
To slumber,
Murmur for her
Sweet sleep,
And whisper dreams
Of Love to her.
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