Rote, fürstliche Rubine,
Blutge Tropfen alten Ruhmes,
Schlummern in den Totenschreinen,
Drunten in den Grabgewolben.
Nachts, mit seinen Zechkumpanen,
Steigt Pierrot hinab - zu rauben
Rote, fürstliche Rubine,
Blutge Tropfen alten Ruhmes.
Doch da - strauben sich die Haare,
Bleiche Furcht bannt sie am Platze:
Durch die Finsternis - wie Augen! -
Stieren aus den Totenschreinen
Rote, fürstliche Rubine.
Text Authorship:
Based on:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Max Kowalski (1882 - 1956), "Raub", op. 4 no. 2 (1913), published 1913 [ voice and piano ], from 12 Gedichte aus Pierrot lunaire, no. 2, Berlin, N. Simrock [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Arnold Franz Walter Schoenberg (1874 - 1951), "Raub", op. 21 no. 10 (1912), from Pierrot lunaire, no. 10 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Otto Vrieslander (1880 - 1950), "Raub", 1905?, published 1905 [ low voice and piano ], from Pierrot lunaire, Dichtungen von A. Giraud ins deutstche übertragen von O. E. Hartleben, no. 37, München, Heinrich Lewy [sung text not yet checked]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CHI Chinese (中文) (Yen-Chiang Che) , "偷竊", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Mimmi Fulmer) (Ric Merritt) , "Theft", copyright ©, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Vol", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Rapina", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- NYN Norwegian (Nynorsk) (Are Frode Søholt) , "Tjuveri", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [
Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2003-11-16
Line count: 13
Word count: 55
Rossi, principeschi rubini
gocce sanguigne di antiche glorie,
dormono nelle casse da morto,
dentro le cripte, là sotto.
Di notte, con i suoi compagni di bevute,
scende Pierrot - per rubare
rossi, principeschi rubini
gocce sanguigne di antiche glorie.
Ma ecco - si rizzano i capelli,
un bianco terrore li blocca:
attraverso il buio - come occhi! -
guardano dalle casse da morto
rossi, principeschi rubini.
