| 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 | 
| And 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 |