Product Description
A dark and then bright lied by Brahms about how a maiden would rather kiss a young man than an elderly one.
Here are the strange lyrics.
The maiden stood by the mountain slope;
the mountain reflected her face,
and the maiden spoke to her reflection:
"Truly, my face, O you my worry,
if, my white face, I knew
that someday an old man would kiss you,
then I would go to the green mountain,
pick all the wormwood in the mountains,
press the bitter water out of the wormwood,
and wash you, O my face, with that water,
so that you would be bitter when the old man kissed you!
But if, my white face, I knew
that someday a young man would kiss you,
then I would go to the green garden,
pick all the roses in the garden,
press the fragrant water out of the roses,
and wash you, O my face, with that water,
so that you would be fragrant when the youth kissed you!"
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