My son, instead of crying be strong Be brave and comfort your mother Don't cry for the tears are wasted Let not also the years be wasted Forgive me, son, for this unjust death Which takes your father from your side Forgive me all who are my friends I am with you, so do not cry If mother wants to be distracted From the sadness and the soulness You take her for a walk Along the quiet country And rest beneath the shade of trees Where here and there you gather flowers Beside the music and the water Is the peacefulness of nature She will enjoy it very much And surely you'll enjoy it too But son, you must remember Do not use it all yourself But down yourself one little step To help the weak ones by your side Forgive me, son, for this unjust death Which takes your father from your side Forgive me all who are my friends I am with you, so do not cry The weaker ones that cry for help The persecuted and the victim They are your friends And comrades in the fight
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