If nothing happens,
They will electrocute us
Right after midnight.
Therefore, here I am right with you,
With love and with open heart,
As I was yesterday.
Don't cry, Dante,
For many, many tears have been wasted,
As your mother's tears
have been already wasted
For seven years,
And never did any good.
So son, instead of crying,
Be strong, be brave,
So as to be able to comfort your mother.
And when you want to distract her
From the discouraging soulness,
You take her for a long walk
In the quiet countryside,
Gathering flowers here and there.
And resting under the shade of trees,
Beside the music of the waters,
The peacefulness of nature,
She will enjoy it very much,
As you will surely, too.
But son, you must remember:
Don't use all yourself.
But down yourself, just one step,
To help the weak ones at your side.
The weaker ones, that cry for help,
The persecuted, and the victim,
They are your friends,
Friends of yours and mine,
They are the comrades that fight,
Yes, and sometimes fall,
Just as your father, your father
And Bartolo have fallen,
Have fought and fell, yesterday,
For the conquest of joy,
Of freedom for all.
In the struggle of life you'll find,
You'll find more love.
And in the struggle,
You will be loved also.