Copied from a façade: Oh I, wretch, rambling around this whole world, For our fatherland, god did not give bread to its children. Above all the wealth, above all the estates, Let mother's words be always the dearest!
Hereunto our nation, if it spares its history, No silver, no gold, no welfare just now, But what is precious to your heart, is what is precious to your heart!
Art in fortune - embellishment, art in misfortune - refuge!
Till we have strength, let's be attentive to our work so some memory is left behind us! He who doesn't like my house paid for with my money, Should show his own house with his money!
People used to plant trees for us, so let's plant too!