If a friend suddenly turns out to be Not quite a friend, not quite an enemy, but just... If you canít tell at a glance, If heís good or bad, Take a risk! Take him along to climb a mountain. Donít send him off on his own; Have him use the same support hooks that you do, And then youíll know, who youíre dealing with. And if the guy in the mountains isnít terrific, If he suddenly flags and goes down, If he takes a step on ice, and wimps out If he stumbles and shouts in panic, - Then next to you is a stranger. Donít yell at him, - just push him away, They donít take such guys up into the mountains, And in songs like this, no one sings about them. But if he didnít whimper, didnít fuss, Despite being sullen and ill-tempered, but went along, And when you fell from a cliff, He moaned in pain, but held on to you, If he went with you, as into a battle, He stood on the peak, tipsy, Then you can rely on him, As on yourself.
© William Comer. Translation, ?