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 And yes, they sometimes fall Just like your father Yes, your father and Bartolo They have fallen And yesterday they fought and fell But in the quest for joy and freedom And in the struggle of this life you'll find That there is love and sometimes more Yes, in the struggle you will find That you can love and be loved also
Forgive me all who are my friends I am with you I beg of you, do not cry
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 And yes, they sometimes fall Just like your father Yes, your father and Bartolo They have fallen And yesterday they fought and fell But in the quest for joy and freedom And in the struggle of this life you'll find That there is love and sometimes more Yes, in the struggle you will find That you can love and be loved also
Forgive me all who are my friends I am with you I beg of you, do not cry
