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Recorded on 08/19/2015, uploaded on 04/27/2016

Musician's or Publisher's Notes

Frühlingsnacht (Spring Night)

Above the garden through the air

I heard migrating birds passing,

that heralds spring fragrances,

below it is already beginning to bloom.

I would like to rejoice, I would like to weep,

For me, it is as if it cannot be!

Old miracles reappear

within the moon’s brilliance.

And the moon and stars are telling it,

and in a dream the wood is whispering it,

and the nightingales are singing it:

“She is yours, she is yours!”

Translated by Wesley Dunnagan

Courtesy of International Music Foundation.