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VIDEOS

Ule, mein Sohn

Ein berührendes Lied nach einem Text von Adam Kuckhoff, den er, zwei Tage vor seiner Hinrichtung  an seinen 2 jährigen Sohn Ule schrieb. Die Musik ist von Norbert Glanzberg.

Zwei Herzen und ein Schlag by J. Strauss

Berlin Gendarmenmarkt, 1998

Anhaltische Philharmonie

Carlos Kalmar- Conductor

Ute Gfrerer – Soprano

Reinhard Brussmann, Baritone

Wer uns getraut by J. Strauss

Berlin Gendarmenmarkt, 1998

Anhaltische Philharmonie

Carlos Kalmar- conductor

Ute Gfrerer – Sopran

Reinhard Brussmann, Baritone

Du, Du bitte sei lieb zu mir, J. Strauss

Berlin Gendarmenmarkt, 1998

Anhaltische Philharmonie

Carlos Kalmar- conductor

Ute Gfrerer – Sopran

Reinhard Brussmann, Baritone

Frühlingsstimmenwalzer by J. Strauss

Berlin Gendarmenmarkt, 1998

Carlos Kalmar conducts the Symphonie Orchester, Dessau

For Our Fathers

A very personal program in a collaboration with visual artist Lisa Rosowsky about the lives of our fathers during WWII and the impact their stories had on us.

Welcome to my website

A short hello!

God Bless America , at Fenway Park, Boston

I had the privilege to sing “God Bless America” at a Red Sox game in front of almost 40.000 people! What a thrill!!!

L’Accordeoniste , Roberto Cassan and Ute Gfrerer

This video is a tribute to Roberto Cassan, a wonderful human being and accordion player, who passed away unexpectedly and much too early! Filmed during our last concert together in April 2016!

Los Pajaros Perdidos, Tango

Ute Gfrerer, Corso Wien under Alfons Egger and Ferry Janoska on bandoneon.
This is a beautiful Tango. Here is a translation of the lyrics into English!

The Lost Birds

I love the lost birds
That come back from death
To blend in with a sky
Where I will never be able to get back.
The memories come back,
The hours of my youth that I gave away,
And a ghost comes from the sea
Made out of things I loved and lost.
Everything was a dream, a dream that we lost,
Like we lost the birds and the sea,
A short and ancient dream like the time
That mirrors can not reflect.
Later I tried to lose you in so many others
And that other one and all of them were you;
I finally got to recognize when a goodbye is a goodbye,
Loneliness devours me, and we were left two.
The night birds come back
They fly, blind, over the sea,
The entire night is a mirror
That brings your loneliness back to me.
I am but a lost bird
Coming back from death
To blend in with a sky
Where I will never be able to get back.