"Geduld, Geduld" from The Saint Matthew Passion, BWV 244
Johann Sebastian Bach, Christian Friedrich Henrici (Picander)

Patience, patience!
Even if false tongues stab me.

If I should suffer contrary to my guilt
shame and scorn,

Oh then may dear God
avenge the innocence of my heart.

Patience, patience!
Even if false tongues stab me.

Bei Dir Allein, D. 866
Franz Schubert, J.G. Seidl

With you alone I feel that I am alive,
A youthful feeling in me grows
A wonderful world of love flows through me.
I’m happy to be alive with you alone
With you alone the breeze blows so fresh,
and the meadow is so green
Spring is gently blooming, the is evening so mild
the grove so cool, with you alone!
With you alone pain loses its bitterness, joy gains in sweetness!
You guarantee my heart its natural birthright
I feel like myself, with you alone!

Die Forella, D. 550
Franz Schubert, Christian Schubart

In a bright little brook
there shot in merry haste
a impulsive trout:
shot past like an arrow.
I stood upon the shore
and watched in sweet peace
the merry fish swim
in the clear little brook.

A fisher with his rod
stood at the shore
and watched with cold blood
as the fish swam about.
So long the water was clear
I thought, he would not be able to catch the trout
with his fishing rod.

But suddenly the thief grew weary of waiting.
He stirred up the brook and made it muddy,
and before I realized it, his fishing rod was twitching:
the fish was squirming there,
and with raging blood I gazed at the betrayed fish.

Licht und Liebe, D. 352
Franz Schubert, Matthäus von Collin

Love is a sweet light.
Just as the earth is drawn to the Sun
And to the bright stars
In the wide blue distance,
The heart is drawn towards the bliss of love
Love is a sweet light.

High in that quiet holy of holies, look at how
Those bright stars are shining up there;
They are fleeing from the Earth, those dark,
Gloomy veils of mist, full of melancholy.
Oh no! but how similarly gloomy
I feel deep in my soul,
Which once blossomed with joys
But has now become lonely, without love.

Love is a sweet light.
Just as the earth is drawn to the Sun
And to the bright stars
In the wide blue distance,
The heart is drawn towards the bliss of love
Love is a sweet light.

Liana, D. 298
Franz Schubert, Johann Mayrhofer

“Have you seen Liane?”  
“I saw her go to the pond.”

He runs through bushes and hedges, until he reaches her favorite place.
The lime tree stretches its green net, the brook murmurs among the roses, golden sunlight touches the leaves, and everything is filled with joy.

Liane glides along in a boat, her beloved swans at her side .
She plays her lute and sings a song about love blossoming in her heart.

The little ship sways as it pleases, she lowers her head and quietly thinks
of him who is in the bushes, and who will soon enfold her in his arms.

Gretchen am Spinnrade, D. 118
Franz Schubert, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

My peace is gone, my heart is heavy, I will never find peace again.
Where I do not have him is the grave for me,
The whole world has turned as bitter as gall for me.

My poor head seems crazy to me,
My poor mind seems shattered to me.
I have lost my peace of mind, my heart is heavy,
I will never find it, never again.

I only look for him as I look out of the window,
I only go for him when I leave the house.
His majestic walk, his noble form,
The way his mouth smiles the power of his eyes,

And his way of speaking, magical river
The pressure of his hand, and, oh, his kiss!
I have lost my peace of mind, my heart is heavy,
I will never find it, never again.

My breast pushes itself towards him.
Oh if only I could get hold of him and hold on to him
And kiss him, just as I would like to,
His kisses causing me to pass away!

Der Musensohn, D. 764
Franz Schubert, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Roaming through the fields and woods
Piping my little song as I go,
I travel from place to place!
And controlled by my beat,
And driven by my rhythm
Everything follows my lead.

I can barely wait for them
Those first flowers in the garden,
Those first blossoms on the tree.
They greet my songs,
And when winter returns
I still continue to sing this dream.

I sing it far and wide,
On the length and breadth of the ice
The winter blossoms beautifully!
This blossom too will vanish,
And new joys will be found
On the cultivated hill sides

For when I am by the lime tree and
I find young people
I immediately arouse them.
The dull lad swells up,
The stiff lass spins around
Following my melody.

You give wings to my soles
And across hill and dale you drive
Your beloved far from home.
You dear, beautiful Muses,
When on her bosom
Will I finally find rest?

Morire?
Giacomo Puccini, Giuseppe Adami

Death?... But who knows what life is!
Is it something that opens itself up, bright and free,
to the world’s charms, to love and to hope,
or something that is soothed by renunciation?

Is it the bashful and quiet simplicity
that is passed down like a warning,
like a secret of hidden virtue,
so that everyone can achieve his goal,

or is it instead the bright flash
of new dreams relacing tired dreams,
and restlessness and a never-ending
faith you need in order to desire.

In truth, I don’t know, but you who have
crossed to that far and boundless shore
where the flower of life blooms,
I am sure you will know.

"Kuda kuda vi udalilis" from Eugene Onegin
Peter Ilyich Tchaikovsky, Source Material Alexander Pushkin

Where have you gone, o golden days of my spring?
What does the coming day have in store for me?
It escapes my eyes; it is hidden in deep darkness!
But nevertheless, fate cannot be wrong
Shall I fall to the deadly arrow, or will it pass by?
All for better, for life and for sleep there is a predetermined time.
Blessed is a day of simple tasks
And blessed is the day of darkness.

Will the day beam shine in the morning
And the bright day reign
But I, well, will I, perhaps, will descend
Into mysterious darkness of my fatal tomb?
And the memory of a young poet will fall into the Abyss
The world shall forget me, but you, you, Olga!
Tell me, will you, o maiden of beauty, come to shed a tear
Over the early urn
And think “he loved me, he devoted to me
The gloomy dawn of a troubled life!”
Ah Olga, I did love you,
To you alone I devoted
The gloomy dawn of my troubled life
Yes Olga, I did love you!

My wonderful friend, my dear friend,
Come, for I am your husband
Come, come
I am waiting for you oh beloved friend
Come for I am your spouse.
Where have you gone, o golden days of my spring?