The brazen clown even painted a red kissing lips on the dead man, then dug a deep hole and lowered the corpse into the grave. The dark fellow, he prayed his night prayer to the snowfall, wind and Schubert song, leaned his fork against the rock and then stuck out his tongue to nibble on Winter's white spawn. He slowly closed his eyes and hummed quietly to the music. Then this death bed was covered with large stones and one of the beautiful crosses was chosen with great care. And so they sat, the servant on his sleigh and the journeyman at the foot of the memorial to listen to the song of the gramophone that finally played this Schubert record in front of the cross. It was a cross for decoration.
The clown scoops up the corpse.
[FOREST WOMAN, narrator:]
The clown painted a kissing mouth on the dead man
and suddenly A deep hole was scratched in the falling snow.
He placed his gramophone in the trouble
and chose a cross to decorate it.
[Cello]
[FOREST WOMAN, narrator: ]
The corpse is crouched leaning against the cross, the blood is icy on the shirt,
The clown, he is shaking, derailed.
[THE DARK COMPANY (whispering):]
Guard, dark fir !
and listen to Schubert's sound.
I feel you forever.
[THE DARK COMPANY:]
Winter, I pull silently from your lovely fruit,
the in lush white waves from the starry sky.
Schubert was sucked into the grave, the fir tree trembles quietly.
Dark gray the weaving, so wonderful the sound.
[THE DARK COMPANY/FOREST WOMAN:]
Dearest, dearest, oh dearest, come to me!
I am only your reaper and satisfy my greed!
[FOREST WOMAN (warbling):]
My songs quietly plead< br/>through the night to you.
Down in the quiet grove
Dearest, come to me.
Slender treetops whisper in a whisper
in the light of the moon, in the moon Light.
If you want to listen to my loving heart,
Don't wait, dearest, don't wait, dearest.
[Piano]
[THE DARK COMPANY:]
Infamy, you awaken me?
Do you grant me your well-being?
I always feel you.
My spirit is terrible.
Forever the forest ensnares me
Forever I am his.< br/>[THE DARK COMPANY / FOREST WOMAN:]
My songs quietly plead
through the night to you.
Down in the quiet grove.
Dearest, come to me .
Slender treetops rustle in a whisper
in the light of the moon.
If you want to listen to my loving heart,
don't wait, dearest.
don't wait, dearest.
[ Piano]

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