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In a brook bright, there shot in happy urgent
The moody trout, over like an arrow
I stood on the gestade and looked in sweet rest
Of the Munger Fischlein Bade in clear brook too
Of the Munger Fischlein Bade in clear brook too
A fisherman with the rod probably stood on the bank
And saw it with cold blood, how the fish of the fish
As long as the water was bright, I thought, not bonus
So he doesn't catch the trout with his fishing rod
So he doesn't catch the trout with his fishing rod
But finally the thieves became too long for the thieves
He makes the brook haunted cloudy
And before I thought it, his rod shrugged
The fish little, the fish fidgets on it
And I looked at the cheat with lively blood
And I looked at the cheat with lively blood
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In einem BΓ€chlein helle da schoΓ in froher Eil,
Die launische Forelle vorΓΌber wie ein Pfeil.
Ich stand an dem Gestade und sah in sΓΌΓer Ruh
Des muntern Fischleins Bade im klaren BΓ€chlein zu.
Ein Fischer mit der Rute wohl an dem Ufer stand,
Und sah's mit kaltem Blute, wie sich das Fischlein wand.
So lang dem Wasser Helle, so dacht ich, nicht gebricht,
So fΓ€ngt er die Forelle mit seiner Angel nicht.
Doch endlich ward dem Diebe die Zeit zu lang. Er macht
Das BΓ€chlein tΓΌckisch trΓΌbe, und eh ich es gedacht,
So zuckte seine Rute, das Fischlein zappelt dran,
Und ich mit regem Blute sah die Betrogene an.
Die ihr am goldenen Quelle der sicheren Jugend weilt,
Denkt doch an die Forelle, seht ihr Gefahr, so eilt!
Meist fehlt ihr nur aus Mangel der Klugheit, MΓ€dchen, seht
VerfΓΌhrer mit der Angel! Sonst blutet ihr zu spΓ€t!
Schubert: Die Forelle, Op. 32, D. 550 by Franz Schubert, Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau, Gerald Moore