Therion notung! notung! niedliches schwert!

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Siegfried / Act 1 / Scene 3 Part 3 / Siegfried reforges Notung
Notung! Notification! Envious sword!
What did you have to break?
Now I created the sharp splendor into chaff,
I fry the shavings in the crucible.
Hoho! Hoho! Your Highness! Your Highness! Hoho!
Bubble, brat! Blow out the embers!
A tree grew wild in the forest,
I felled it in the forest:
I burned the brown ash into coal,
on which now lies They piled up.
Hoho! Hoho! Your Highness! Your Highness! Hoho!
Bubble, brat! Blow out the embers!
The coal of the tree, how boldly it burns;
how it glows bright and noble!
It sprays out in leaping sparks:
Hohei! Your Highness! Hoho!
Melt the chaff of steel for me.
Hoho! Hoho! Your Highness! Your Highness! Hoho!
Bubble, brat! Blow out the embers!
(Mime:)
He forges the sword,
and he falls Fafner:
I can now certainly foresee that.
Hoard and ring won he in the Harst:
How do I acquire the profit?
With wit and cunning I gain both
and hide my head safely.
(Siegfried:)
Hoho! Hoho! Your Highness! Your Highness! Your Highness!
(Mime:)
He wrestled wearily with the worm,
He relieved himself of his effort with a drink:
from the spicy juices that I had collected,
I brew the potion for him;
He only needs to drink a few drops,
He sinks senselessly into sleep.
With his own weapon,
which he has won,
I easily get him out of the way,
get the ring and the hoard.
Hey! Wise wanderer!
Do I think you're stupid?
How do you like my fine joke?
Did I find some advice and peace?
(Siegfried:)
/>Notification! Notification! Envious sword!
Now the chaff of your steel melted!
You are now swimming in your own sweat.
He pours the glowing contents of the crucible into a rod shape and holds it up
Swing soon ' I have you as my sword!
A river of fire flowed into the water:
Fierce anger hisses up from it!
How much it flowed,
In the water's flood it does not flow more.
He became rigid and stiff,
the hard steel imperious:
hot blood but soon it will flow!
He pushes the steel into the embers of the hearth and tightens the bellows forcefully< br/>Now sweat again,
that I sweat you,
Notung, envious sword!

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