17. February 1773.

Strange, that we meet again

I recognize your face

You brought me my father's book

The memory from the old days

I want to understand

What he wrote to me

Sit in this chair, and drink some wine

It will help you to speak

Oh, trust in me

Oh, speak to me

That was the day in 1773.

That was the day the 17. of February

I try to recall the past

When he came to this town

I've never seen him before

But I felt that he was so down

It was so sad to see

As he stood there alone

I don't know why he chose me

And I won't know nevermore

Oh, nevermore

Oh, nevermore

That was the day in 1773.

That was the day the 17. of February

He gave those things to me

And when I asked him „Why?"

He said: „I've got a son

I had to leave him behind

Should I not come back

In the next few days

I want you to give these to him

On his 21st birthday"

Give me your word

Give me your word