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Ich muss wieder einmal in Grinzing sein! Text und Musik: Ralph Benatsky
Mei Muatterl war a Wienerin, drum hab I Wien so gem Text und Musik: Ludwig Gruber
Wien, du Stadt meiner Träume Text und Musik: Dr. Rudolf Sioczynski
Das "Silberne Kanderl" Text und Musik: P. P. Fiebrich
Schön ist so ein Ringelspiel Text: Peter Herz Musik: Hermann Leopoldi
Sag beim Abschied leise Servus Text: Harry Hilm Musik: Peter Krender (nach Johann Strauss)
Geh, Peperl, plausch nicht Text: Franz Prager Musik: Victor Kortzhe
In Wien gibts manch winziges Gasserl... Text: K. Robitschek Musik: Robert Stolz, op. 249
In einem kleinen Café in Hernals Text: Peter Herz Musik: Hermann Leopoldi
Drunt in der Lobau Text: Eckhardt Musik: Heinrich Strecker
Im Prater blühn wieder die Bäume Text und Musik: Robert Stolz
About this CD:
Heurigen - Vienna is surrounded by hills called Wienerwald. In the wine
villages on the outskirts Grinzing, Sievering, Nußdorf etc. inns
offer the Heurigen Wein (this
year's wine), often grown by the innkeeper. Green leaves over the entrance
(der Busch) welcome people to taste it.
Often wandering musicians play in the inns - Heurigen- or Schrammelmusik.
Liesl Müller sings the songs that were popular in the first half of the 20th century, and many still are.
Ich muss wieder einmal in Grinzing sein
I want to be in Grinzing once again (Vienna suburb famous for its
wine taverns and music)
It is Sunday. Father exhorts his wife and youngsters to dress in
all their finery for an outing to Grinzing. There they drink wine,
listen to music and spend a happy time. At night, having returned
in high spirits under twinkling stars, they dream of the lovely time
they had, and father reflects that God did a wonderful job in creating
Sunday after six working days. For this we must be truly grateful.
In einem kleinen Café in Hernals
In a small Café in Hernals
I discovered a small homely café in the outskirts of Vienna.
No velvet on armchairs, no pedal on the piano. The Grand Hotel is
more fashionable, but the Café a thousand times cosier. Softly
a gramophone is playing, two coffees are enough to ensure two happy
hours, and when two lovers meet the waiters wink knowingly and discreetly
look the other way.
Sag beim Abschied leise Servus
The Latin Servus (your servant)
is used in Vienna as a charming, informal greeting among friends.
Nothing lasts for ever, not music, not happiness, not love, and when
it comes to the parting of the ways, softly say Servus,
not 'good-bye' or 'farewell', such words hurt. But Servus is
a kind last word, and even if you never meet again it leaves you
with a wonderful memory of your happy times together.
In Wien gibts manch winziges Gasserl
There's many a tiny alley in Vienna. Father urges wife and children
to get ready for an outing, not into the country, as usual, but
to explore the small, picturesque back streets of Vienna: sleepy
houses, tiny taverns, soft music, golden wine, and he reminds his
wife of their long-lost youth, of falling in love, kissing by moonlight,
flowers in bloom, violins singing and total enchantment.
Drunt in der Lobau
Down there in the Lobau
(a beautiful country area on the Danube on the outskirts of Vienna)
A nostalgic song, a memory of youth, - alas, she cannot find the
place where her young man kissed her, but she does remember every
bit of that wonderful moment when they kissed: nightingales were
singing, happiness laughed from a thousand branches, and they dreamt
of everlasting love.
Im Prater blühn wieder die Bäume
The trees in the Prater (park and fairground in Vienna) are in bloom
The trees in the Prater are in bloom again, the vines are growing
in Sievering (vineyard area near Vienna), the scented greenery shines
in the sunlight, wonderful dreams come into my head - it must be
Schön ist so ein Ringelspiel
This is a light-hearted Viennese song, the creation of two of mother's
good friends, Hermann Leopoldi and the librettist and poet, Peter
Herz, who had lived opposite us in Vienna.
To the background music of the merry-go-round in the Vienna Prater
(fairground) a husband and his floozy, to their consternation, spot
his wife with his lodger.
Mei Mutterl war a Wienerin, drum hab I Wien so gern
My mother was Viennese, that's why I love Vienna as I do.
On a lovely Sunday morning mother took me up the Kahlenberg. As
we looked down on St. Stephen's Cathedral, the blue Danube and the
sea of houses she gently stroked my hair and said solemnly: There is
your home, your beautiful Vienna. Promise to keep it in your heart,
and I always kept my promise.
Wien, du Stadt (meiner Träume)
Vienna, Vienna, oh city of my dreams, city of beautiful old houses
and charming young girls. Whenever I am happy you are not far from
Das Silberne Kandl
The Little Silver Jug
I remember a small and cosy inn - the Little Silver Jug - where a
jolly landlord and his pretty daughter served good wine and tasty
food, and a casual visitor soon became a regular guest.
Nowadays the Little Silver Jug is a large, glamorous restaurant,
frequented by the rich and famous, and it is hard to imagine what
a happy place it once was when small and cosy.