life song
I always hear the muffled melody, the melody of my melancholy.
me lies in the ears and goes never.
Pulls me in its spell, can not turn away from me, they
, my melancholy.
seduced my senses, I sing a song full of discord.
Sometimes it comes in the morning, but sometimes late,
my melancholy, and never goes by, this melody.
your song played just for me, my melancholy.
The voice sounds so dull and heavy, dark symphony.
And yet I'm happy, so happy that I've got my melancholy.
I'm not alone, she is always here with me - what an irony!
Birgit Koxeder
I always hear the muffled melody, the melody of my melancholy.
me lies in the ears and goes never.
Pulls me in its spell, can not turn away from me, they
, my melancholy.
seduced my senses, I sing a song full of discord.
Sometimes it comes in the morning, but sometimes late,
my melancholy, and never goes by, this melody.
your song played just for me, my melancholy.
The voice sounds so dull and heavy, dark symphony.
And yet I'm happy, so happy that I've got my melancholy.
I'm not alone, she is always here with me - what an irony!
Birgit Koxeder


Audio File: Lullaby by Richard Strauss, sung by Anna Netrebko
lullaby




nothing can frighten him to move any more, for all the thousand threads of will, which keep us tied to the world and as desire, fear, envy, anger pull us back and forth with constant pain, he has performed. He looks back calmly and smiling at the Gaukelbilder this world ...
Arthur Schopenhauer
Perhaps no man at the end of his life when he calmly and at the same time sincere, want to go through it again, but, rather than the much rather choose utter nothingness.
Arthur Schopenhauer
Arthur Schopenhauer
Perhaps no man at the end of his life when he calmly and at the same time sincere, want to go through it again, but, rather than the much rather choose utter nothingness.
Arthur Schopenhauer