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Zog Nit Keynmol (Song of the Warsaw Ghetto)
Paul Robeson
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Never say that you have reached the very end
When leaden skies a bitter future may portend
For sure the hour for which we yearn will yet arrive
And our marching step will thunder we survive
For sure the hour for which we yearn will yet arrive
And our marching step will thunder we survive
Not lead, but blood inscribed this bitter song we sing
It's not a caroling of birds upon the wing
But 'twas a people midst the crashing fires of hell
That sang this song and fought courageous till it fell
But 'twas a people midst the crashing fires of hell
That sang this song and fought courageous till it fell
Sog nit kejnmal, as du gejsst dem leztn Weg
When Himlen blajene farschteln bloje Teg
Willkommen wet noch unser ojssgebenkte Scho
Uns 'wet a Pojkton unser Trot mir senen do
Willkommen wet noch unser ojssgebenkte Scho
Uns 'wet a Pojkton unser Trot mir senen do
Doss Lid geschribn is mit Blut un nit mit Blaj
Ss'is kejn Lid fun a Fojgl ojf der Fraj
Noss hot a Folk zwischn falndike Went
Das Lid gesungen mit Naganess in de Hent
Noss hot a Folk zwischn falndike Went
Das Lid gesungen mit Naganess in de Hent
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