I go into my soul in torment to
Liebfrauental mother.
/: Your image blessed me always high
I turn up at her my 'view. : /
In your bosom, O my mother, I put into it
pain and suffering.
/: And the suffering is still so hard to come by
you always help her. : /
Queen, oh look out, you
help, comfort and mediator.
/: greetings from the sun brighter beam
And we, as pilgrims thousand times. : /
Many Blessings of you went out already,
Everyone was safely home.
/: And your love, the Beneficent,
you do 'we like your son. : /
Drum, Mother, we trust you,
protect us here on earth.
/: lock ourselves into your arms, you had recommended
House and home. : /
always keeping the peace within us',
warming, as warm and cold.
/: of envy and resentment us preserve you, before
disease, misery and war. : /
people standing all day at,
Deliver us to God's call.
/: Take us in Thy faithful hat
our courage and strength in faith. : /
melody I do when I'm sad ...
Photo: Beuronese Art Publishers, 7792 Beuron
