Das Einsame Trauern Von Frijo (The Lonesome Mourning of Frijo)

A mother mourns the loss of her son
The most wonderful man in the world
Light and shining, fair and beautiful as no other man
Light blond hair, wonderful skyblue eyes and a skin so fair it shines!
Tall and handsome, strong and brave, perfect in all his being
Now he is dead! Silent. Alone
Watching the lands and others from a window up high in the clouds
Cold of sorrow, exhausted by grief; the very little remaining life is fading away
Too tired to move, too mournful to think of anything else then her dead son
The others are preparing the defense of the town
And her husband has left to find the avenger for the killing
Nobody thinks of her, nobody has any time for her
She is left alone, to mourn the death of her son