Beethoven: 25 Scottish Songs, Op. 108: No. 2, Sunset - Ian Bostridge/Antonio Pappano/Nicolas Altstaedt/Vilde Frang

作曲：Ludwig van Beethoven

The sun upon the Weirdlaw hill

in Ettrick's vale is sinking sweet

the westland wind is hush and still

the lake lies sleeping at my feet

Yet not the landscape to mine eyes

bears those bright hues that once it bore

tho' Ev'ning with her richest dye

flames o'er the hills on Ettrick's shore

With listless look along the plain

I see Tweed's silver current glide

And coldly mark the holy fane

Of Melrose rise in ruin'd pride

The quiet lake the balmy air

The hill the stream the tower the tree

Are they still such as once they were

Or is the dreary change in me