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Franz Schubert - Der Fischer D.225
Ian Bostridge, tenor
Julius Drake, piano
- Der Fischer by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
(The Fisherman translated by Richard Wigmore)
The waters murmured, the waters swelled,
a fisherman stood on the bank;
calmly he gazed at his rod,
his heart was cold.
And as he sat and listened
the waters surged up and divided;
from the turbulent flood
a water nymph arose.
She sang to him, she spoke to him:
"Why do you lure my brood
with human wit and guile
up into the fatal heat?
Ah, if you only knew how contented
The fish are in the depths,
you would descend, just as you are,
and at last be made whole.
"Do not the dear sun and moon
refresh themselves in the ocean?
Do not their countenances emerge doubly fair
from breathing the waters?
Are you not enticed by the heavenly deep,
the transfigured, watery blue?
Are you not lured by your own face
into this eternal dew?"
The waters murmured, the waters swelled.
moistening his bare foot;
his heart surged with such yearning,
as if his sweetheart had called to him.
She spoke to him, she sang to him,
then it was all over;
she half dragged him, he half sank down
and was never seen again.
CD & MP3: amazon.com/Ian-Bostridge-Schubert-Lieder-I/dp/B000007TK1/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=music&qid=1265248825&sr=1-1
Franz Schubert - Der Fischer D.225
Ian Bostridge, tenor
Julius Drake, piano
- Der Fischer by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
(The Fisherman translated by Richard Wigmore)
The waters murmured, the waters swelled,
a fisherman stood on the bank;
calmly he gazed at his rod,
his heart was cold.
And as he sat and listened
the waters surged up and divided;
from the turbulent flood
a water nymph arose.
She sang to him, she spoke to him:
"Why do you lure my brood
with human wit and guile
up into the fatal heat?
Ah, if you only knew how contented
The fish are in the depths,
you would descend, just as you are,
and at last be made whole.
"Do not the dear sun and moon
refresh themselves in the ocean?
Do not their countenances emerge doubly fair
from breathing the waters?
Are you not enticed by the heavenly deep,
the transfigured, watery blue?
Are you not lured by your own face
into this eternal dew?"
The waters murmured, the waters swelled.
moistening his bare foot;
his heart surged with such yearning,
as if his sweetheart had called to him.
She spoke to him, she sang to him,
then it was all over;
she half dragged him, he half sank down
and was never seen again.
CD & MP3: amazon.com/Ian-Bostridge-Schubert-Lieder-I/dp/B000007TK1/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=music&qid=1265248825&sr=1-1