You weigh on me, you whom I lost in death,You’ve given me the silent charge to live for you;So it is for me now to erase the debt of your extermination.
Until I know that with each ray of sun You wish to warm me and to meet me;Until I see that in each blossoming tree There’s someone dead who wants to greetme;Until I hear that every bird’s song is your voice.
Sounding out to bless me and perhaps to say That you forgive me that I live.