Elisabeth Schwarzkopf 1953 (Gerald Moore, piano) Campe-Mozart "Abendempfindung" Sung in German

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Elisabeth Schwarzkopf 1953 (Gerald Moore, piano) Campe-Mozart "Abendempfindung" Sung in German
Campe-Mozart Abendempfindung K.523 (Evening sensations)
Elisabeth Schwarzkopf 1953
Gerald Moore, piano
an operbathosa video
Abendempfindung
Language: German
Abend ist's, die Sonne ist verschwunden,
Und der Mond strahlt Silberglanz;
So entfliehn des Lebens schönste Stunden,
Fliehn vorüber wie im Tanz.
Bald entflieht des Lebens bunte Szene,
Und der Vorhang rollt herab;
Aus ist unser Spiel, des Freundes Träne
Fließet schon auf unser Grab.
Bald vielleicht (mir weht, wie Westwind leise,
Eine stille Ahnung zu),
Schließ ich dieses Lebens Pilgerreise,
Fliege in das Land der Ruh.
Werdet ihr dann an meinem Grabe weinen,
Trauernd meine Asche sehn,
Dann, o Freunde, will ich euch erscheinen
Und will himmelauf euch wehn.
Schenk auch du ein Tränchen mir
Und pflücke mir ein Veilchen auf mein Grab,
Und mit deinem seelenvollen Blicke
Sieh dann sanft auf mich herab.
Weih mir eine Träne, und ach! schäme
dich nur nicht, sie mir zu weihn;
Oh, sie wird in meinem Diademe
Dann die schönste Perle sein!
Evening sensations
English (Complete translation)from German to English copyright © by Emily Ezust
Evening it is; the sun has vanished,
And the moon streams with silver rays;
Thus flee Life's fairest hours,
Flying away as if in a dance.
Soon away will fly Life's colorful scenes,
And the curtain will come rolling down;
Done is our play, the tears of a friend
Flow already over our grave.
Soon, perhaps (the thought gently arrives like the west wind -
A quiet foreboding)
I will part from life's pilgrimage,
And fly to the land of rest.
If you will then weep over my grave,
Gaze mournfully upon my ashes,
Then, o Friends, I will appear
And waft you all heavenward.
And You [my beloved], bestow also a little tear on me,
And pluck me a violet for my grave,
And with your soulful gaze,
Look then gently down on me.
Consecrate a tear for me, and ah!
Do not be ashamed to cry;
Those tears will be in my diadem
then: the fairest pearls!
Translation from German to English copyright © by Emily Ezust

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Poem, Abendempfindung, by Joachim Heinrich Campe EVENING REVERIE It is evening, the sun has vanished, and moonbeams descend in silver light; so life’s most beautiful hours escape, streaming by as in a dance! Soon life’s colorful pageant ends, and the curtain falls. Our little play is over! A friend’s tears already flow on our grave. Soon, perhaps, like a gentle zephyr, a silent premonition - I shall end this life’s pilgrimage and fly to the land of rest. Then if you weep at my grave and look with grief upon my ashes, then, dear friends, will I appear and wave to you from heaven. So shed a tear for me and pluck a violet for my grave; and with your soulful gaze look upon me tenderly. Cry me that tear, but Oh! don’t be ashamed to cry it, for in my crown it will be the fairest pearl of all.

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