17. February 1773. (Chronology)

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