www.annaviemeister.net Pianist: Cathy Miller Translation: O terrible gift, o cruel gift that an irate heaven made me! You make us so vain and proud, I curse you, I curse you, o beauty! I can only shed my tears I've no hope,I can only suffer! My crime is so horrible that it will never fade! I curse you, I curse you, o beauty, O my Queen, I sacrificed you to the crazed passion of my heart. Only in a cloister I can now hide my suffering from the world! Alas! Alas! O my Queen, O God! Carlos! tomorrow he will die, vedrò!o great God! Tomorrow I'll see him die! Ah! I've one day more, there is hope, ah, Heaven be blessed! I'll save him! One more day, ah, Heaven be blessed! I'll save him!

www.annaviemeister.net Pianist: Cathy Miller Translation: So is it, then, the end of the eternal gods, since you begot the wild Wälsungs? I have spoken it out—did I hit the mark? The noble, holy clan means nothing to you; you cast aside all you once held in honor; you tear the bonds that you yourself once tied, laughingly undoing the hold of heaven— so that, at their own whim and pleasure, this impious twin-pair might rule— the unbridled fruit of your infidelity! Oh, why do I lament marriage and oath, when you yourself were the first to violate them? You constantly deceived your faithful wife; wherever there was a depth or a height, your gaze would peer with lustful intent, seeking the thrill of novelty and scornfully wounding my heart. With a sorrowful spirit I had to endure it when you rode to battle with those wicked maidens born to you of wild, illicit love— for you still stood in such awe of your wife that you placed the Valkyrie host— and Brünnhilde herself, the bride of your desire— in obedience to their mistress. But now, when new names took your fancy— roaming the woods like a wolf under the name "Wälse"; now, when you stooped to the lowest depths of shame to beget a pair of common mortals— now you cast your wife at the feet of that she-wolf's brood! Go through with it, then! Fill the cup of wrath! Let the woman you betrayed be trampled, too!

www.annaviemeister.net Pianist Cathleen Miller Translation: Yes, Gretelchen, you will soon be a little boy! Look look! Look, how smart! You just have to sit in the oven, and look for the gingerbread! Are you in there then, swab! is the door, Then fine Gretelchen is my Brätelchen! The sausage should turn into cake with sugar and almonds! In the magic oven, you will be a gingerbread! Look, look, how smart! Hi hi, hi hi etc. Hurr hopp hop , gallop lopp lopp, my broom , hurr hopp nit lazy!

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