Oliver Grimm
Wolfgang Fabricius
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Frühlingslied: Directed by Hans Albin. With Oliver Grimm, Elsbeth Sigmund, Anne-Marie Blanc, René Deltgen. At the age of three, little Wolfgang has lost his parents. Since then his uncle Eduard raises the boy. As a former concertmaster Eduard has recognized how gifted his nephew is and the boy learns the hard way.
- (39)
- Drama, Family
- Hans Albin
- 1957-02-13
The song Frühlingslied was written by Georg Kreisler and Tom Lehrer and was first released by Georg Kreisler in 1957. It was adapted from Poisoning Pigeons in the Park (Georg Kreisler and Tom Lehrer). It was covered by Die Kassierer, Abstürzende Brieftauben, Felix Janosa, Global Kryner and other artists.
Summaries. At the age of three, little Wolfgang has lost his parents. Since then his uncle Eduard raises the boy. As a former concertmaster Eduard has recognized how gifted his nephew is and the boy learns the hard way. The 6-year-old must practice daily 6 hours at the piano and already impresses at famous music parties.
Schau mutig frühlingwärts! Es schmilzt das Eis, die Quelle rinnt, Dir taut der Schmerz und löst sich lind. Und wie die Vöglein leise. Anstimmen ihren Chor, So schall’ auch deine Weise. Aus tiefster Brust hervor: Bist nicht verarmt, bist nicht allein, Umringt von Sang und Sonnenschein! Spring song. English translation © Richard Stokes.
Mit den Blumen, mit den Bäumen, Altes Herz, noch einmal blühn. Spring song. English translation © Richard Stokes. With mysterious fragrances. The forest greets me from the hillside, High above me in the breezes. Floats the first call of the lark. Engrossed in that sweet sound. I wander through the field of corn, Which, still half-drunk with sleep,
Hans Albin. Synopsis. At the age of three, little Wolfgang has lost his parents. Since then his uncle Eduard raises the boy. As a former concertmaster Eduard has recognized how gifted his nephew is...
Die Knospen schwellen und glühen. Und drängen sich an das Licht, Und warten in sehnendem Blühen, Daß liebende Hand sie bricht. Wohin, sie ahnen es selber kaum, Es rührt sie ein alter, ein süßer Traum! Und Frühlingsgeister, sie steigen. Hinab in der Menschen Brust, Und regen da drinnen den Reigen. Der ew'gen Jugendlust.
