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“Spring Morning” by Gustav Mahler<\/strong><\/p>\n The lime tree knocks on the window. The lark is awake, the bushes are blowing! <\/p>\n Zaide’s aria “Tiger! wetze nur die Klauen” by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart<\/strong><\/p>\n Tiger! Just sharpen your claws, With kicks, like kicks of the elves so gentle, Sit down! Here it dawns mysteriously <\/p>\n “Chevaux de bois” by Claude Debussy<\/strong><\/p>\n Tournez, tournez, bons chevaux de bois, L’enfant tout rouge et la m\u00e8re blanche, Tournez, tournez, chevaux de leur c\u0153ur, C’est \u00e9tonnant comme \u00e7a vous so\u00fble Tournez, dadas, sans qu’il soit besoin Et d\u00e9p\u00eachez, chevaux de leur \u00e2me, Tournez, tournez! Le ciel en velours <\/p>\n “The Angel” from the Wesendonck Lieder by Richard Wagner<\/strong><\/p>\n In the early days of childhood That where an anxious heart is troubled That where his prayer is fervent Yes, an angel came down to me too, <\/p>\n “Restless love” by Franz Schubert<\/strong><\/p>\n The snow, the rain, Rather through suffering How should I flee? <\/p>\n Lauretta’s aria “O mio babbino caro” by Giacomo Antonio Puccini<\/strong><\/p>\n O mio babbino caro, S\u00ec, s\u00ec, ci voglio andare! Mi struggo e mi tormento! LYRICS TO THE BARN DINNER “Spring Morning” by Gustav Mahler The lime tree knocks on the window. Covered with blossom branches: Get up! Get up! What are you lying on in your dream? The sun has risen! Get up!…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-7742","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"yoast_head":"\n
\nCovered with blossom branches:
\nGet up! Get up!
\nWhat are you lying on in your dream?
\nThe sun has risen!
\nGet up! Get up!<\/p>\n
\nBees and beetles are buzzing!
\nGet up! Get up!
\nAnd I’ve already seen your cheerful love.
\nGet up, late riser!
\nLate risers, get up!
\nGet up! Get up!<\/p>\n
\nrejoice in the spoils you have stolen.
\nPunish a foolish trust
\non disguised tenderness .
\nJust come quickly and kill us both,
\nsuck the warm blood of innocence.
\nTiger! tear the heart from the guts
\nand satiate your anger.
\nTiger! Tiger!
\nOh my Gomatz! with us poor things
\nfate has no mercy.
\nOnly death, only death
\nends our bitter distress.
\nTiger! just sharpen your claws, etc.
\nRichard Strauss – “Serenade”
\nOpen up, open up! but quietly, my child,
\nNot to wake anyone from their slumber!
\nThe stream barely murmurs, barely trembles in the wind
\nA leaf on the bushes and hedges;
\nSo quietly, my girl, that nothing stirs,
\nJust quietly put your hand on the handle!<\/p>\n
\nTo hop over the flowers,
\nFly lightly out into the moonlit night,
\nTo slip into the garden with me!
\nAll around, the flowers slumber by the trickling stream
\nAnd scent in sleep, only love is awake.<\/p>\n
\nUnder the lime trees.
\nThe nightingale shall be at our head
\nDreaming of our kisses
\nAnd the rose when it wakes up in the morning,
\nGlowing high from the night’s showers of delight.<\/p>\n
\nTournez cent tours, tournez mille tours,
\nTournez souvent et tournez toujours,
\nTournez, tournez au son des hautbois.<\/p>\n
\nLe gars en noir et la fille en rose,
\nL’une \u00e0 la chose et l’autre \u00e0 la pose,
\nChacun se paie un sou de dimanche.<\/p>\n
\nTandis qu’autour de tous vos tournois
\nClignote l’\u0153il du filou sournois,
\nTournez au son du piston vainqueur!<\/p>\n
\nD’aller ainsi dans ce cirque b\u00eate:
\nRien dans le ventre et mal dans la t\u00eate,
\nDu mal en masse et du bien en foule.<\/p>\n
\nD’user jamais de nuls \u00e9perons
\nPour commander \u00e0 vos galops ronds:
\nTournez, tournez, sans espoir de foin.<\/p>\n
\nD\u00e9j\u00e0 voici que sonne \u00e0 la soupe
\nLa nuit qui tombe et chasse la troupe
\nDe gais buveurs que leur soif affame.<\/p>\n
\nD’astres en or se v\u00eat lentement.
\nL’\u00e9glise tinte un glas tristement.
\nTournez au son joyeux des tambours!<\/p>\n
\nI often hear angels say that,
\nThe bliss of heaven
\nSwap with the earth sun,<\/p>\n
\nPines hidden from the world,
\nThat where still it will bleed to death,
\nAnd pass away in floods of tears,<\/p>\n
\nOnly begs for redemption,
\nAs the angel floats down,
\nAnd lifts it gently into the sky.<\/p>\n
\nAnd on shining plumage
\nHe leads, far from any pain,
\nMy spirit now heavenward!<\/p>\n
\nAgainst the wind,
\nIn the steam of the fissures,
\nThrough fog scents,
\nAlways closed! Always closed!
\nWithout rest and quiet!<\/p>\n
\nI wanted to beat myself,
\nWhen so many joys
\nTo endure life.
\nAll the tilting
\nFrom heart to heart,
\nOh, how so peculiar
\nMake it hurt!<\/p>\n
\nHead for the woods?
\nAll in vain!
\nCrown of life,
\nHappiness without rest,
\nLove, you are!<\/p>\n
\nmi piace \u00e8 bello, bello;
\nvo’andare in Porta Rossa
\na comperar l’anello!<\/p>\n
\ne se l’amassi indarno,
\nandrei sul Ponte Vecchio,
\nma per buttarmi in Arno!<\/p>\n
\nO Dio, vorrei morir!
\nBabbo, piet\u00e0 , piet\u00e0 !
\nBabbo, piet\u00e0 , piet\u00e0 !<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"