Classical Music
Helmut Friedrich Fenzl: "Depth dreams determine the fate. Soft sounds, which starts dancing. Veins slightly trembling, delicate cocoon opens. Sense now live, shoots awaken fresh. Little wings writhing body so young and moved. Little eyes want to see, head tilted to the light. Where are you? Tendon me so much after thee!"
Chanson
Gernot Reetz: "Do not you see no matter how many? The time just does not stop! Are not you too often for a destination? When you reach what you also want? Stars are high and sparkle so nice, the one in the light that sparkles for you!"
Classical
Helmut Friedrich Fenzl: "The town rises from the night, the man sweeps nimbly through the streets. Pouches, baskets, carrying bags, people hurry to hunt prey. Many sounds, loud voices, offer colorful lights, muffled roar, dealer call out, cars honking, tires squealing. And until very late and at some point, this hubbub then lays."
Classical Orchestra
Helmut Friedrich Fenzl: "So deep the night, the moon hidden, only darkness covered the land. But since then in a clearing, brightness begins to dance. The light yellow-green and flickering light, the beetles fly in circles quickly. The way you can see better again, with renewed vigor now moves on."
Classical Music
Aedipar: "The menace of a village of bears. Despair of the bear cubs, something mysterious behind a mound, discussions on what to do followed by a decision. Will the bear cubs be able to save the Forbidden Valley? Will they all understand the importance of taking action?"
Classical Music
Helmut Friedrich Fenzl: "If large eyes enchant us with gambling curiosity in mind. When little hands searching for us, a warming day carries us gently. Colorful images take shape in dreams: Where will the journey take?"
Classical Music
Helmut Friedrich Fenzl: "Do not you see no matter how many? The time just does not stop! Are not you too often for a destination? When you reach what you also want? Stars are high and sparkle so nice, the one in the light that sparkles for you!"
Classical Music
Helmut Friedrich Fenzl: "The fog is hardly the view clear, pounding draws an arc. The rider Panting one already hears wheezing now disturbs the peace. What it is, what you can not see? A shiver the back long pulls. The devil is chasing the next act: "Whether he has seen me?"
