STÁTNÍ TAJEMNÍK U ŘÍŠSKÉHO PROTEKTORA V ČECHÁCH A NA MORAVĚ, PRAHA, inv. 1776, sig. 109-5/4 Page 51 · 51 of 117
STATE SECRETARY FOR THE RUSSIAN PROTECTOR IN THINGS AND IN MORAVA, PRAGUE, inv. 1776, sig. 109-5/4
English Translation
O heartland Bohemia always be consecrated to our love. Ancient homeland, bergum hemmt, Hast always dreamt the German dream, Werest often threatened with battle and hatred — Now you are free from foreign need. You proud city, you golden Prague, You rise up a golden day Since our leader's strong hand In secure shelter took city and land, Since on the castle – like tomorrow's beautiful – signs of the empire shine brightly. O Bohemia, Land gebenedeit, Du hegte deutsche Glorität In Ihrer gentlen, richer Flur; Now hear our healing oath: To you we are in Treu, You, German Reich Herzland. Herbert Hiebsch This hymn is performed in the setting of Fidelio F. Finke in the choir concert on May 17th THE STÄTTEN OF THE PRAGER MUSIC WEEKS And again, far beyond the rooms of the golden glamour of that mysterious city on the Vltava River, the postage gave the field grey greeting and festival program. Music weeks in Prague! Bruckner and Beethoven at the Deutsche Opernhaus — Festeskänge im Rudolfinum — Serenaden in the evening Wallenstein garden. It is as if the magic veils of psychic transformations lay over the city again, when in their most beautiful places the homeland consecrates their hours to the Muses – above from the Bertramshof the golden sea of music swings over to the sounding arcades of the Belvedere and the "Singing the Brunnem" to then pour down over the green of the castle mountain to the broad weir of the Wallenstein garden. Apollo, the god, is to be sacrificed there as well. At the very end of a high beech tree he stands. I was often here in front of his image. You pass the silver crowns of splashing fountains and there in the chestnut ring the high beam falls gently and together with the artful, mossy stone. But in the end, surrounded by hundred-year-old wines, the singer raises the youthful head and to the singing of the nearby bird paradise seems to sound the dark sound of his lyra. Then everything moves easily in this magical realm of exquisite baroque art; the sun ray falls green, glinting circles painting over the black tribes of the chestnuts and hanging 7