by Petrus Hermandus Hubertus Hawinkels (1942 - 1977)
Translation by Harm-Jan van Dam (b. 1948)
Nee, roep deze nacht, met deze maan
Language: Dutch (Nederlands)
Nee, roep deze nacht, met deze maan Die min of meer pikant hier zo’n beetje de navel Uithangt, de kraamkliniek verzorgt en geen Maan is ook, nu maar niet op, ook niet Als je de vlammen uit de buik slaan Van weetgierigheid.
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Text Authorship:
- by Petrus Hermandus Hubertus Hawinkels (1942 - 1977) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
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Settings in other languages, adaptations, or excerpts:
- Also set in Latin, a translation by Harm-Jan van Dam (b. 1948) ; composed by Monique Krüs.
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- ENG English (Anonymous/Unidentified Artist)
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This text was added to the website: 2026-05-29
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Word count: 42
Lunam, ne quidem Lunam
Language: Latin after the Dutch (Nederlands)
Iam noctem hanc mitte, iam lunam Hic salsius umbilici quasi partes Agentem, tococomium curantem, ne quidem Lunam, mitte evocare, etiamsi Ignes tibi ventre erumpunt Curiositate. Pronounciation of Latin
Text Authorship:
Based on:
- a text in Dutch (Nederlands) by Petrus Hermandus Hubertus Hawinkels (1942 - 1977)
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Monique Krüs (b. 1959), "Lunam, ne quidem Lunam", 2016, copyright © 2026, first performed 2016 [ high voice and piano or orchestra ], Rijswijk : Stichting Donemus Beheer; Your demons, they haunt you. At night, when the moon wants to appear, they crawl out of every corner. Demons of loneliness, regret, frustration, a lost lover, they scald and boil inside of you and the blues won’t stop until dawn. How tempting it is to lose yourself in drinking, gambling or sleeping around.
Publisher: Donemus [external link] [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Joost van der Linden [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2026-05-29
Line count: 6
Word count: 28