Lauritz Melchior - Wagner - Winterstürme
Oct 2, 2023 #Music #LauritzMelchior
Winter storms sweep the moon,
In the mild light the lance shines.
On linden leaves, light and lovely,
It bends under the waves.
Through the forest and meadows his breath blows,
Wide open, his eye laughs.
Oh, silver bird, a song sweetly sounds,
The scent of gold rises out of it.
In his warm blood, honey flowers bloom,
With thorns and thorns, his thread springs.
With gentle weapons he forces the world,
Winter storms sweep the strong army.
Outside the young man greets you warmly.