3. Pierrot Lunaire Arnold Schoenberg

4. I. Moonstruck The wine that one drinks with the eyes Pours nightly from the moon in waves.

5. And a spring flood overflows The silent horizon.

7. Desires, thrilling and sweet Swim numberless in the flood.

8. The wine that one drinks with the eyes Spills nightly from the moon in waves.

10. The poet, urged on by his devotions Is drunk on the holy beverage,

11. Ecstatic, he turns toward heaven Headlong staggers, sucks and slurps

12. The wine that one drinks with the eyes.

14. II. Colombine Moonlight ’ s pale blossoms, White wonder-roses

15. Bloom in July evenings-- Oh, if I coul d pluck just one!

17. To ease my anxious suffering I seek along dark streams

18. Moonlight ’ s pale blossoms, White wonder-roses.

20. All my longing would be stilled If I could, like in a secret fairy tale,

21. So blissfully softly, scatter On your brown hair

22. Moonlight ’ s pale blossoms.

24. III. The Dandy With a fantastic light beam The moon lights the crystal bottles

25. On the black, high holy washstand Of the silent dandy from Bergamo.

27. In a resonant bronze basin The water laughs bright, metallic

29. With a fantastic light beam The moon lights the crystal bottles

31. Pierrot of the waxen countenance Stands musing and thinks: how shall he make-up today?

33. Shoves aside the rouge and the Orient green And paints his face in the noble style

34. With a fantastic moonbeam.

36. IV. A Pale Washer Woman

37. A pale washer woman Washes nighttime ’ s faded clothes

38. Naked, silver white arms Stretch down into the flood.

39. Winds creep through the clearing Gently ruffling the stream.

40. A pale washer woman Washes nighttime ’ s faded clothes.

41. And the gentle maid of heaven Flattered tenderly by twigs

42. Spreads across the dark meadows Her linen woven of light--

43. A pale washer woman.

45. V. Chopin’s Waltz

46. Like a pallid drop of blood Dyes a sick man ’ s lips,

47. So there rests in these notes A charm that craves annihilation.

49. Chords of wild pleasure disturb Despair ’ s icy dream--

50. Like a pallid drop of blood Dyes a sick man ’ s lips.

52. Hot and exultant, sweet and languishing Melancholy somber waltzes,

53. I can’t get you out of my head! You stick to my thoughts

54. Like a pallid drop of blood.

56. VI. Madonna Stand, o mother of all sorrows On the altar of my verses!

57. Blood from your empty breasts The sword ’ s fury has spilled.

58. Your eternally fresh wounds Are like eyes, red and open.

59. Stand, o mother of all sorrows On the altar of my verses!

61. In your emaciated hands You hold your son ’ s corpse

62. To show to all mankind-- But the gaze of men looks away from

63. You, o mother of all sorrows.

65. VII. The Sick Moon

66. You gloomy, deathsick moon there on the sky ’ s black pillow,

67. Your gaze, gross with fever Enchants me like a strange melody.

69. Of insatiable love-sorrow You die. Of longing, buried deep.

70. You gloomy deathsick moon There on the sky ’ s black pillow.

72. The lover, who in ecstasy Skips, carefree to his beloved,

73. Is amused by your beams ’ play-- Your pale, pain-borne blood,

74. You gloomy deathsick moon.

76. VIII. Night

77. Dark, black giant moths Killed the brightness of the sun.

79. A closed book of spells, The horizon settles--hushed.

80. From the mists of lost depths Wafts a scent--remembrance murdered!

81. Dark, black giant moths Killed the brightness of the sun.

83. And from the sky earthwards Sinking on heavy wings

84. Invisible monsters Descend into human hearts

86. Dark, black giant moths.

88. IX. Prayer to Pierrot

89. Pierrot! My laughter - I ’ ve forgotten it!

90. Splendour ’ s image Dissolved - dissolved!

91. A black flag flaps At me now from the mast.

93. Pierrot! My laughter I ’ ve forgotten it!

95. Give me again, Veterinarian of the soul,

96. Snowman of lyric, Duke of the moon,

97. Pierrot--my laughter!

99. X. Theft

100. Red, princely rubies, Bloody drops of ancient glory,

101. Sleep in the coffins Down in the grave vaults.

103. Nights, with his drinking buddies Pierrot descends--to rob

104. Red, princely rubies Bloody drops of ancient glory.

106. But –there --their hair stands on end Pale fear freezes them in place:

107. Through the shadows--like eyes-- Stare from the caskets

108. Red, princely rubies.

110. XI. Red Mass For a hideous Communion, By the dazzling gleam of gold,

111. By flickering candlelight, Approaching the altar - Pierrot!

113. His hand, the annointed, Rips up the priestly vestments

114. For a hideous Communion By the dazzling gleam of gold.

116. With a gesture of benediction He shows the terrified souls

117. The dripping red Host: His heart--in bloody fingers--

118. For a hideous Communion.

120. XII. Gallows Song The withered whore With stringy neck Will be his last Lover. In his brains Stuck like a nail

121. The withered whore With stringy neck. Skinny as a pine tree, On her neck a little braid— Lustfully will she Hug the rogue ’ s neck, The withered whore!

123. XIII. Beheading

124. The moon, a shining scimitar On a black silk cushion,

125. Ghastly huge--it slices down Through the sorrow-dark night.

127. Pierrot stumbles about And stares up in deathly fear

128. At the moon, a shining scimitar On a black silk cushion.

130. His knees chatter under him, Swooning, he collapses in a faint.

131. He thinks he hears whizzing punitive down On his sinner ’ s neck slicing

132. The moon, a shining scimitar.

134. XIV. The Crosses Holy crosses are the verses On which the poet mutely bleeds,

135. Stricken blind by the vultures, Flapping swarm of ghosts!

137. In their corpses swords have reveled On parade in bloody scarlet!

138. Holy crosses are the verses On which the poet mutely bleeds.

140. Dead the head--stiff the ringlets-- Far the scattered noise of rabble.

141. Slowly the sun sets, A red king ’ s crown.--

142. Holy crosses are the verses!

144. XV. Homesick

145. Sweetly plaintive--a crystal sighing From an old Italian pantomime,

146. Tinkles to us: how Pierrot ’ s become So wooden, so fashionably sentimental.

148. And it chimes through his heart ’ s desert, Chimes subdued through his senses again,

149. Sweetly plaintive--a crystal sighing From an old Italian pantomime,

151. So Pierrot forgets his dreamy faces! By the moon ’ s faint firelight,

152. By the light sea ’ s flood--longing strays Bravely upwards, to its native sky

154. Sweetly plaintive--a crystal sighing.

156. XVI. Mean Trick! In Cassander ’ s shiny skull While his cries shriek through the air,

157. Pierrot, the hypocrite, bores Tenderly,--with a drill!

159. Then he tamps down with his thumb His genuine Turkish tobacco

160. In Cassander ’ s shiny skull While his cries shriek through the air!

162. Then he twists a perfumed cherry pipestem Into the glossy baldspot

164. And comfortably smokes and puffs on His genuine Turkish tobacco

165. In Cassander ’ s shiny skull.

167. XVII. Parody

168. Knitting needles, bright and gleaming, In her gray hair,

169. The granny sits muttering, There in a small red dress.

170. She waits in the arbor, She loves Pierrot painfully,

172. Knitting needles, bright and gleaming In her gray hair.

174. Then suddenly--hark!--a whisper! A wind breath giggles softly:

175. The moon, that nasty tease Imitates with his rays--

176. Knitting needles, bright and gleaming.

178. XVIII. The Moonspot A white spot from the bright moon On the back of his black coat,

179. Thus Pierrot walks in mild evening Searching for luck and adventure.

180. Suddenly he feels something on his suit, He looks himself over and finds sure enough--

181. A white spot from the bright moon On the back of his black coat.

182. Wait! He thinks: that ’ s a spot of plaster! Wipes and wipes, but--can ’ t get it out!

183. And so he goes, swollen with fury, farther, Rubs and rubs until early morning--

184. A white spot from the bright moon.

186. XIX. Serenade

187. With a grotesque giant bow Pierrot scrapes on his viola,

188. Like the stork on one leg, He sadly plucks a pizzicato.

190. Suddenly Cassander appears--frenzied By the nocturne virtuoso--

192. With a grotesque giant bow Pierrot saws on his viola.

194. Fast he throws down the viola: With his delicate left hand

195. He grasps the bald head by the collar-- Dreamily he plays on the bald head

196. With a grotesque giant bow.

198. XX. Journey Home

199. The moonbeam is the rudder, A water lily serves as boat:

200. So Pierrot sails south Wafted by a fair wind.

202. The stream hums deep scales And rocks the light dory.

204. The moonbeam is the rudder, A water lily serves as boat.

206. To Bergamo, his homeland, Pierrot now returns;

207. Gently gleams in the east The green daybreak.

209. --The moonbeam is the rudder.

211. XXI. O Ancient Fragrance O ancient fragrance from fairy tales, Ravish my senses again!

212. A crazy swarm of tricks Buzzes through the easy air.

213. A happy impulse brings me to Those joys I ’ ve long looked down on:

215. O ancient fragrance from fairy tales Ravish me again:

216. All my ill humor I release, Out my sun-framed window

217. I see the clear and lovely world And my dreams travel blissful distances...

218. O ancient fragrance from fairy tales!

219. Ende