Dear visitors,
The Tigarus.com network will be changing software in May (2024). There will be some down time and there will be a change to the webpage addresses.
Rocksmith Songs Search will be unavailable of a few weeks or months while I "Patcoola" move the database to the new software.
At the moment we are running on Wordpress, the new software is an in-house project which is 57 times faster. It will also provide more freedom for development.
Thank you for understanding.
O Freunde, nicht diese Töne! Sondern laßt uns angenehmere anstimmen und freudenvollere! Freude, schöner Götterfunken, Tochter aus Elysium, Wir betreten feuertrunken, Himmlischer, Dein Heiligtum! Deine Zauber binden wieder, Was die Mode streng geteilt; Alle Menschen werden Brüder, Wo Dein sanfter Flügel weilt. Wem der große Wurf gelungen, Eines Freundes Freund zu sein, Wer ein holdes Weib errungen, Mische seinen Jubel ein! Ja, wer auch nur eine Seele Sein nennt auf dem Erdenrund! Und wer’s nie gekonnt, der stehle Weinend sich aus diesem Bund. Freude trinken alle Wesen An den Brüsten der Natur; Alle Guten, alle Bösen Folgen ihrer Rosenspur. Küsse gab sie uns und Reben, Einen Freund, geprüft im Tod; Wollust ward dem Wurm gegeben, Und der Cherub steht vor Gott! Froh, wie seine Sonnen fliegen Durch des Himmels prächt’gen Plan, Laufet, Brüder, eure Bahn, Freudig, wie ein Held zum Siegen. Seid umschlungen, Millionen. Diesen Kuß der ganzen Welt! Brüder! Über’m Sternenzelt Muß ein lieber Vater wohnen. Ihr stürzt nieder, Millionen? Ahnest Du den Schöpfer, Welt? Such’ihn über’m Sternenzelt! Über Sternen muß er wohnen. O friends, no more of these sounds! Let us sing more cheerful songs, More songs full of joy! Joy! Joy! Joy, bright spark of divinity, Daughter of Elysium, Fire-inspired we tread Within thy sanctuary. Thy magic power re-unites All that custom has divided, All men become brothers, Under the sway of thy gentle wings. Whoever has created An abiding friendship, Or has won A true and loving wife, All who can call at least one soul theirs, Join our song of praise; But those who cannot must creep tearfully Away from our circle. All creatures drink of joy At natures breast. Just and unjust Alike taste of her gift; She gave us kisses and the fruit of the vine, A tried friend to the end. Even the worm can feel contentment, And the cherub stands before God! Gladly, like the heavenly bodies Which He sent on their courses Through the splendor of the firmament; Thus, brothers, you should run your race, Like a hero going to victory! You millions, I embrace you. This kiss is for all the world! Brothers, above the starry canopy There must dwell a loving father. Do you fall in worship, you millions? World, do you know your creator? Seek Him in the heavens; Above the stars must he dwell.
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