Hunting song Through swaying treetops gleams a ray of gold. The misty valley lies far beneath the summits. The call of the forest horn rings out in the distance from the castle. The horses whinny into the air. Soon lands and lakes, soon moving clouds can be seen gleaming far off in dizzying flight. Soon darkness once again envelopes rider and horse. O love, O love, Let me go! The sounds push on further and further, through woods and over moors, Where? ah, where are they going? Invigorating freshness, sweet shivers of pleasure! The high foliage flutters, the heart beats freely. And further and further the sounds push on. The high foliage flutters, the heart beats freely.
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