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What lyrics tell us.

A successful composition is also that from notes and text. So it should be instructive to deal with the texts in isolation, what they say, which Zeitgeist they embody and in front of which social backdrop They stand.

 

Here you can find Lyrics from the repertoire of the male choir of the Bauschlott Singers Association - just click on the respective bar to open or close:

 

Hello, you beautiful May

Folk song from the 16th century (rediscovered only 3 centuries later)
Originator unknown

"Hello, you beautiful Maien, there you are again here,
do delight young and old, with your flowers ornament.
The dear little birds, so they sing brightly,
Frau Nachtigall mit Schalle has the most noble position.

The cold winds fall silent
the sky is blue
the dear little bees are therefore buzzing from the green meadow.
O lovely joy in May, when everything blossoms anew,
you can please me very much,
my heart and my mind. "

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Listen to the melody?
Click here: https://www.lieder-archiv.de/gruess_gott_du_schoener_maien-otenblatt_300055.html ... and there click on the arrow above the first line of notes.

 

Paul Gerhardt, published 1653

"Get out of my heart and look for Freud
in this lovely summer time
in the gifts of your God.
Look at the beautiful ornamental gardens
and see how they are me and you
have adorned themselves,
have adorned themselves.

The trees are full of leaves
the earth covers its dust
with a green dress.
Narcissus and the Tulipan,
they dress much nicer
as Salomonis silk.

The lark swings in the air,
the pigeon flies from its chasm
and goes into the woods.
The gifted nightingale
delights and fills with their sound
Mountains, hills, valleys and fields.

I myself cannot and do not like to rest;
the great deed of God
awakens all my senses;
I sing along when everything is singing
and let what sounds to the highest,
run out of my heart. "

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Listen to the melody?
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After a waltz by Johannes Brahms
Composition and text for male choir and piano: Albrecht Rosenstengel

"Whenever longing seduces me to dream, I think of you and your love, which my heart feels within.

A beautiful dream of happiness for two, from you and me, for all time, that's how it should be and last forever. Whenever music is playing, I think of you, come to me and believe in me, yes, because I only love you.

Whenever music is playing, then I hear your word that says to me, come to me and never leave me again.

A beautiful dream of happiness for two, from you and me, for all time, that's how it should be and last forever. Whenever music is playing, I think of you, come to me and believe in me, yes, because I only love you. "

The song of the mountains - La Montanara

Original (music and text): Toni Ortelli, Luigi Pigarelli
German text: Ralph Maria Siegel

"Do you hear the song of the mountains? The mountains - they greet you. Do you hear my echoes ringing and fading away? There where the worlds disappear in the blue distance, I would like to find you again, my unforgettable happiness.

The sky shines blue, the waterfall rushes in the distance and the light breaks silver through the green fir trees. But my longing burns in the sound of all songs, my echo reverberates loudly, only you don't hear it.

The swallows have flown far south over the eternal mountains and valleys and a cloud came alone, but I always wait in vain for you. "

Sailors choir
from the opera "The Flying Dutchman"

"Helmsman. Leave the watch! Helmsman, come to us! Ho! Hey! Je! Ha! Raise the sails! Anchor tight! Helmsman, come here!

Fear neither the wind nor the bad beach, want to be really funny today! Everyone has their girl in the country, wonderful tobacco and good brandy!

Woke up many a night in storms and horrors, often drinking the water of the sea. Today we wake up with feast and feast, the girl gives us better drink from the barrel!

Hussassahe! Clip and storm outside, jollo high, let's laugh at you! Hussassahe! Sail in! Anchor tight! We laugh at clip and storm!

Steersman, leave the watch! Helmsman! Come to us! Ho! Hey Ever! Ha! Helmsman, have a drink with us!
Ho! Hey Ever! Ha! Cliff and storm, hey, are over, hey! Hussahe! Hello He! Hussahe! Helmsman! Ho! Hey Ever! Ha! Come and drink with us! "

After the world success "Torna a Surriento" by Ernesto de Curtis
Typesetting and text: Otto Groll

"Roses glow red and the cypresses bloom, beautiful as in fairy tale land, Sorrento, my dream.

Flowers sway in the wind, play wonderfully in colors. And bewitchingly sweet scents float in the warm air. From a distance, mandolin songs can be heard over and over again. Carried gently by the summer wind, they sound far across the sea. Singing, laughing, joie de vivre give us the most beautiful dreams. Yes, Sorrento, you have to be loved, whoever saw you never forgets you.

To float above clouds, that is pure pleasure in life and to touch the sky when we see Sorrento in a dream. These hours are wonderful since they found each other. A thousand melodies ring out in the streets of this city. Singing, laughing, joie de vivre give us the most beautiful dreams. Yes, Sorrento, you have to be loved, whoever saw you never forgets you.

Roses glow red and the cypresses bloom, beautiful as in fairy tale land, Sorrento, my dream. "

Based on a popular Ukrainian folk tune
Typesetting and text: Otto Groll

"See how the hours hurry by, how this day comes to an end. Heavy thoughts quietly dissolve and gently in the dream of this beautiful night. Stars in the sky wave peacefully to us, in our hearts peace descends, peace descends.

The balaleika sounds melancholy, sings its song through the twilight. A gentle wind drives evening clouds away, the sky glows in the last glow. The fog has blown over the fields, a beautiful day is coming to an end.

And the evening envelops the vast land, like the night quietly draws on wings. High in the sky, the stars shine, the moonlight greets us gently from afar. Do you hear the song that sounds very soft from afar, how it vibrates, how it sounds through the night? The beautiful things that the day gave us will continue to have an effect on us for a long time.

Composition based on motifs from "Die Moldau" by B. Smetana
Text: Jochen Röhricht

"You can hear the wind tell of old times, it whispers the melody of joy and sorrow. The songs sound gently in the sunset, the fishermen, they like to sing on their boat.
Memory, she floats through every valley in the night. The longing never goes away, an old magic awakens. Enchanted, self-conscious, hung full of beauty, the Vltava, it flows!

A song from the old days, full of harmony, in the call of freedom the melody draws. Into the endless distance, the Vltava flows and carries that song wherever you are.

The songs sound softly in the sunset. The fishermen, they often sing of joy and hardship.
Memory, she floats through every valley in the night. The longing never goes away, an old magic awakens. Enchanted, self-conscious, hung full of beauty, the waves, they pull!

A song from the old days, full of harmony, in the call of freedom the melody draws. Into endless distance, the Vltava flows and carries that song along, waves pull! "

What a gift a song is

Text and music: Reinhard Mey

"As soon as the first note sounds, the room begins to breathe and to live, it is like a shiver, like a float, as if we were overcome by magic.
And a melody frees us from the maze of our thoughts and opens all locks, all barriers, of our soul wide.
And detaches us from space and time, and from the narrow darkness the tones carry a poem on colorful wings into the light, a swarm of butterflies fleeing to the sun!
What a gift a song is! "

"Sadly, it makes us happy, but happy, it can move us to tears, and it lets us feel in our arrogance how powerless we are and how small we are!
Where words are helplessly lost, a song alone can comfort a child, blowing away all its dark fears and the greatest sorrow.
Because everything that stirs in us, every feeling that moves us, every hope that fills us, has a true reflection in the flow of tones, which constantly moves on and on.
What a gift a song is! "

From the opera "Nabucco" by Guiseppe Verdi:

"Banished away from home in a foreign country, we are alone, abandoned and forgotten. Our only thinking is the home, where the fathers once lived in peace.
Oh, so far are the fields and forests, oh, mountains and lakes and rivers have disappeared.
Great God, give us consolation here in suffering, let the day rise again after a dark night, let the sun shine on us again soon, let our shame end now, oh Lord!
When the bells of freedom ring, when all hardship and pain are over, when the chains of bondage one day fall, we will return home. Lord, set us free, stand by our side in battle. Do not let the will to freedom fade away in us! Let the ways to freedom exist forever! Don't let the sun of freedom go down! Let us see freedom "!

"Dear home, for you we long for, in the nights as well as on bright days, happy songs resound in us, which the sisters and brothers once sang. Sound loud, sound away, songs of home. Sing of love of joy, of longing and freedom.
Brothers praise the Lord of all worlds, he alone can only be our Savior. Ewg'er God, give us strength, give us strength, put an end to the painful times!
When the bells of freedom ring, when all hardship and pain are over, when the chains of bondage one day fall, we will return home. Lord, set us free, stand by our side in battle. Do not let the will to freedom fade away in us. Let the corridors of home see us again! Let the heaven of our homeland see us again! Let the stars of home see us again! Let us see home! "