Hoffnung, released in 2005/379, was an album carrying a lot of cultural baggage. Even apart from the obligatory biblical 🙌 Bible – die Wilde Jagd, Marlene Dietrich, Schiller..
This “Eli, Eli” then – its b1-th, or 6th track – brought ~27-year-old Frits quite the void to scream into, in times of great despair.[clarification needed] Apparently played it literal dozens of times at the time.. ehh – words shall fall short for this, this short moment. 🤷
Eli, Eli
Mi pater, si possibile est
Transeat a me calix iste, verumtamen –
Non sicut ego volo, sed sicut tu
Pater me, si non potest
ille calix transire
nisi bibam illum?
Fiat voluntas tua
Spiritus quidem promptus est,
Caro autem infirma
❲..enig inhoudelijk gepast gezwollen,
maar vormelijk gênant gezwollen gezongen Frans..❳
Seul
Sans une ombre
Sans un souffle
Dans cette aube nouvelle
Seul
Dans ce jardin
En ce matin
En cette heure solennelle
Seul
Si seul
Seul
En cette attente
Ma volonté vacille
Mon cœur s'égare
Et circa horam nonam clamavit Iesus
Voce magna dicens:
Eli! Eli! Lema sabacthani!
Hoc est
Deus meus, Deus meus
Ut quid dereliquisti me..
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