Zog nit keyn
Zog nit keyn mol az du geyst dem letstn veg,
Khotsh himlen blayene farshteln bloye teg.
Kumen vet nokh undzer oysgebenkte sho-
S’vet a poyk ton undzer trot mir zaynen do!
Fun grinem palmenland biz vaysn land fun shney,
Mir kumen on mit undzer payn, mit undzer vey,
Un vu gefaln s’iz a shprits fun undzer blut,
Shprotsn vet dort undzer gvure, undzer mut.
Dos lid geshribn iz mit blut un nit mit blay,
S'iz nit keyn lidl fun a foygl af der fray,
Dos hot a folk tsvishn falndike vent
Dos lid gezungen mit naganes in di hent! |
We Are Here
English Translation:
Never say you walk your final way,
Though lead-filled skies above blot out the blue of day. The hour for which we long will appear, Our footsteps beat like drums we are here! Our land of green palm trees to lands with snow, We march on with our pain and with our woe, and where'er a spurt of our blood did drop, For there our might sprout from that spot. The morning sun will radiate the day, Our enemies and past will fade away, But a people amid crumbling walls did stand, They stood and sang this song with rifles held in hand.
This song was written with our blood and not with lead, This is no song of free birds flying overhead, But should the dawn delay or sunrise wait too long, Then let all future generations sing this song.
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