[00:00.000] 作曲 : Cornelius Waldner
[00:00.808] 作词 : Stefan George
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[00:08.300] The sea resounds, on every coast the lustre,
[00:12.400] The rising and the ebbing of the surf,
[00:15.665] The flakes of shinning foam, the screaming birds!
[00:21.820] O Children of the Sea whose early dreams
[00:26.031] Divine the bliss of ever young horizons,
[00:29.660] Want and abundance, action and repose,
[00:34.937] The waters sing for you – your praises surge
[00:39.502] Within the hollow shell the sea abandoned,
[00:43.279] The shell a boy holds to his ear, and listens,
[00:48.199] And gazes out into the salty wind.
[00:51.879]
[00:56.740] For you the song, and now you live in us,
[01:02.656] Unfathomed, cool-eyed, as if just forsaking
[01:06.700] The lap of waters and yet unaware
[01:09.858] How close the end! What alien shimmer masks
[01:15.353] Your head with smiles of smooth malignant oceans?
[01:20.828] No god can help you steer an ever course.
[01:26.389] The wave that bore you washes you like flotsam
[01:30.139] And in the west still glistens with your hair.
[01:34.044]
[01:36.476] On azure shores the gentle midday murmur
[01:40.586] Of sun-enveloped seas evokes your face
[01:44.317] In palpable and luring loveliness.
[01:49.038] You stand among the throngs with sombre eyes,
[01:52.421] Your cheek suffused with summer, and are equal
[01:55.656] To those we name with awe who, bridled only
[01:59.549] By strength within them, lived erect, and light,
[02:04.891] And shinning as the body of the Foamborn.
[02:09.028]
[02:11.622] But you the sea has cast from south to north,
[02:15.760] You, the amazing blend of fire and ice,
[02:20.861] Of sudden zest for strife and flaccid pauses.
[02:25.789] Why cling to us, you ending of this age,
[02:30.492] Choose us along with other for your whims?
[02:34.416] You feel the drive of wish or wave, but soon
[02:38.398] Your soul will have exhausted every pale,
[02:42.199] And Moan and stray, too frail for love or faith.
[02:49.300]
[03:06.514] The ring is closed. The sea-god circles cliff
[03:12.409] And island with his song, he flings a spell
[03:16.840] And links the course of destinies with waters
[03:19.984] That press and thrust and throng, or plead and glide,
[03:26.148] Are almost quelled but gather for return…
[03:33.971] Now, scourged beneath the longed-for storm, the tide
[03:38.455] Engulfs what moulders, and the current snatches
[03:42.437] You too! And yet your souls remain and sound
[03:48.310] Within the hollow shell the sea abandoned,
[03:53.109] The shell a boy holds to his ear, and listens,
[03:57.441] And gazes out into the salty wind.