Rosa Luxemburg. With closed eyes, I sob so loudly till someone knocks.

Chorus. It’s day! The day is here!

Luxemburg. The morning.

Chorus. The last day!

Luxemburg. Eating bread and water.

Chorus. The wedding is here!

Luxemburg. I am a warrior’s widow.

Chorus. Tell no one that last night you were with Gretchen.

Luxemburg. No, one abandoned by an Iron Cross recipient.

Chorus. My dear confidante.

Luxemburg. They murder you and let me live.

Chorus. We…will see…each other…again. Do you hear the people drifting through the streets! Hear it. Not a word.

Luxemburg. Death—?

Chorus. The bell calls!

Luxemburg. What kind of word is that?

Chorus. Crack, the rod breaks! Everyone flinches.

Luxemburg. I have you—

Chorus. Its sharpness makes me flinch.

Luxemburg. Who shall take you away from me?

Chorus. The bell, listen.

Luxemburg. Death—what kind of word is that?

Chorus. You’re terrifying me, Heinrich. (a sigh) Heinrich. (a sigh) Heinrich.

Luxemburg. And what—?

Chorus (a sigh). Heinrich.

Luxemburg. Is left—?

Chorus (a sigh). Heinrich.

Luxemburg. Of the revolution?

Chorus (a sigh). Heinrich.

Luxemburg. Luxemburg?

Chorus (a sigh). Heinrich. (a sigh) Heinrich.

Luxemburg. No revolution.

Chorus (a sigh). Heinrich.

Luxemburg. No party.

Chorus (a sigh). Heinrich.

Luxemburg. No music.