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Farewell, my dear Cracow!
Farewell!
The wagon waits outside my home,
The savage foe drives me away,
Like a stray dog,
Mercilessly into the biting cold.

Farewell, Cracow!
Perhaps tonight’s the last time
That I see the loved ones.
At my mother’s grave,
I prayed and felt my heart bleed.
It’s hard to leave her, so suddenly.

I’ve got no more tears to shed.
The last one fell
On my father’s cold tombstone…
My grandfather’s stone –
I couldn’t find it any more –
It must’ve turned to dust long before…

Farewell, Cracow!
Holy is your ground.
It’s my parents’ last resting place,
But it won’t be mine!
I’m not to be buried next to them,
A grave waits for me far away…