Johannes Brahms - Im Herbst (from Five Songs, Op. 104)
RIAS Kammerchor
Marcus Creed
Ernst ist der Herbst.
Und wenn die Blätter fallen,
sinkt auch das Herz zu trübem Weh herab.
Still ist die Flur,
und nach dem Süden wallen
die Sänger stumm, wie nach dem Grab.
Autumn is sad.
And when the leaves are falling,
sinks too the heart in troubled grief to lave.
Still is the field,
and flown to Southwinds calling,
are songsters, still, as to the grave.
@voltronic Who is the poet?
BTW sorry about message sent earlier through Cindy. Should have realized it was just DDoS.
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Look at the subsequent posts with the other stanzas. I credited the poet at the end.