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The Friends
Song Cycle by Anton von Webern (1883 - 1945)
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Wie bin ich froh! noch einmal wird mir alles grün und leuchtet so! noch überblühn die Blumen mir die Welt! noch einmal bin ich ganz ins Werden hingestellt und bin auf Erden.
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- by Hildegard Jone (1891 - 1963)
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- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "How happy I am!", copyright ©
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Researcher for this page: Hubert SchmidHow happy I am! Once again everything is green before me, gleaming so! once again the flowers of the world are blossoming for me! once again I have found myself entirely surrounded by Becoming, for I am on the earth.
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Des Herzens Purpurvogel fliegt durch die Nacht. Der Augen Falter, die im Hellen gaukeln, sind ihm voraus, wenn sie im Tage schaukeln. Und doch ist er's, der sie ans Ziel gebracht. Sie ruhen oft, die bald sich neu erheben zu neuem Flug. Doch rastet endlich er am Ast des Todes, müd' und flügelschwer, dann müssen sie zum letzten Blick verbeben.
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- by Hildegard Jone (1891 - 1963)
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- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "The purple bird of the heart", copyright ©
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Researcher for this page: Hubert SchmidThe purple bird of the heart flies through the night. The butterflies of the eyes flutter in the brightness ahead of it, when they swing about in the daylight. And yet it is [the purple bird] that brings them to the goal. They rest often but soon lift themselves up fresh for a new flight. But when finally [the purple bird] rests upon a bough of Death, weary and with heavy wings, then they must take their last look around before they dyingly tremble.
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Sterne, Ihr silbernen Bienen der Nacht um die Blume der Liebe! Wahrlich der Honig aus ihr hängt schimmernd an Euch. Lasset ihn tropfen ins Herz, in die goldene Wabe, füllet sie an bis zum Rand. Ach schon tropfet sie über, selig und bis ans Ende mit ewiger Süße durchtränkt.
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- by Hildegard Jone (1891 - 1963)
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- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Stars, you silvery bees", copyright ©
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Researcher for this page: Hubert SchmidStars, you silvery bees of night, arrayed about the flowers of love! Truly, your honey hangs shimmering on you. Let it drop into your heart, into that golden honeycomb; fill it to the brim. It has already spilled over, blissful and to the end, eternally saturated with sweetness.
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