The terminally ill songwriter, singer and musician Jan Rot (64) would prefer to be remembered for his translations, he said in Full Halls on Tuesday. That’s why here from Schubert’s Winterreise: The Crow (Die Krähe). ‘Crown right out of town/ Flown with me. Every twist in my path / see your argus eyes.’ The narrator feels death in his wake, he travels with him and comes closer and closer. That’s how Rot will feel, since he learned last summer that he’s not getting better. Whether it is a matter of months or weeks, he could not say to presenter Cornald Maas. The doctors don’t know either. “Glass vulture, fresh I am best/ Won’t you choke me?/ Predator in your crow’s nest/ Come on and peck some dead bodies.”
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