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Egmont Op. 84: Overture
Ludwig van Beethoven Lyrics

We have lyrics for these tracks by Ludwig van Beethoven:

9th Symphony Freude, schöner Götterfunken, Tochter aus Elysium, wir bet…
Moonlight Sonata Camper Van Beethoven Camper Van Beethoven We Love You All…
Presto Freude, schöner Götterfunken, Tochter aus Elysium, wir bet…
String Quartet in A major Kimi no te de kirisaite Omoi hi no kioku wo Kanashimi no…
String Quartet in A major Op. 18 No. 5: III. Andante cantabile Kimi no te de kirisaite Omoi hi no kioku wo Kanashimi no…
Symphony No. 2 in D Major I saw you standing on the corner You looked so big…

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Sándor Márai: Angel from heaven

Angel from Heaven, do rush, don't rest,
Hurry to smouldering Budapest.
Go to where, among the Russian tanks,
The silent bells give no sound of thanks.
Where there’s no Christmas sparkle to please,
Where nuts painted gold don't hang on trees,
There’s nothing but hunger, shivers, cold,
Do speak so they will grasp what you told.
Split with your voice the night asunder:
Angel, carry news of the wonder:
Clap quickly your wings, be elated,
Keep swishing, you're fondly awaited.
Don’t speak of the world from whence you came,
Where candles are burning, bright the flame,
Tables are spread, the houses have heat,
Priests with their fine words console, entreat,
Crinkling of paper, gifts given, sent,
Wise words to ponder, clever intent.
Sparklers are sparkling upon the trees:
Angel, do speak of the wonder please!
This is world wonder, relate, explain:
A poor people’s tree had burst into flame;
A Christmas tree in the Silent Night,
And many cross themselves at the sight.
It’s watched by the folk of continents,
Some grasp it, for some it makes no sense.
Far too much for some to hold at bay.
They’re shaking their heads, they shudder, pray,
For those aren't sweets that hang on the tree:
‘Tis Christ of the people: Hungary.
And many pass by and some advance:
The soldier, who pierced him with a lance,
The Pharisee, who sold him for a price,
Then one, who when asked, denied him thrice,
One, whose hand had shared the bowl with Him,
Who for silver coins had offered Him,
And whilst abusing, wielded the lash,
Had drank his blood and he ate his flesh -
The crowd is standing around, they stare,
But to address Him there’s none to dare.
Silent victim, no accusal tried,
Just watches like Christ did crucified.
Strange tree of Christmas, who brought this tree,
Devil or Angel, who could it be,
Those, who for his robe are tossing dice,
Know not what they do, know not the price,
Just sniff and yelp, want to bring to light
The mystery, the secret of this night,
Strange is this Christmas, strange things are these:
The Magyar Nation hangs on the trees.
The world talks wonder, to that they’re glued,
Priests drone of gumption and fortitude.
Statesmen produce farewell addresses,
His Holiness then duly blesses.
All kinds of people, all ranks - a sea -,
Question why all of this had to be.
Not perished as asked - can't comprehend.
Why not in silence await the end?
Why had the skies turned from fair to rough?
Because a people had cried "Enough!".
Many can't grasp it, though they had tried,
What rose up here like an ocean tide?
Why was world order shaking and strained?
A nation cried out. Then silence reigned.
Many are asking: what was the cause?
Who made from bones and the flesh the laws?
More and more ask it, there seems no end,
Haltingly, for they can't comprehend -
Those, for whom Freedom bequest had brought,
Ask it: is Freedom so great a thought?
Angel, bring down the word from the skies:
New life from blood will always arise.
Quite a few times and even some more,
Child met donkey and shepherd before,
If by the manger, on littered earth,
One life had given another birth,
‘Tis they who’ll mind that wonder and will
Stand with breath bated as sentry still,
For bright the star is, dawn breaks as well:
Angel from heaven... tell them, do tell.

(1956, New York)

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Mär Chen

We were supposed to play this in my orchestra this year, what with it being Beethoven's 250th anniversary and all. Won't happen due to Corona now.
Kinda sucks 😒


@Mär Chen it did. My friend texted me and said: Klinghenthal is canceled.
I threw some laughing emojis and then he sent me the announcement on Facebook, it was a late evening i was playing music in school, i still practices those pieces while partially crying.

Mär Chen

@DudACCO Oh damn, that must have sucked...I would have been so angry if that happened to me




Don’t worry bud, i lost more. 2020 spring a month before Klinghenthal accordion competition where you have to play 40 minutes of music got canceled, worked 8 hours a day for a month , and it was gone.

Kendrah Martinez


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lmao i thought of the same

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