| A SHTUMER PROTEST |
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Hot a blut koyach baheft unz un gebunden in ein bund?
Toizend sonim in ein sineh, toizend vunden in ein vund?
Bluten mir in toizend erter, nor es fihlt ein groisser hartz,
veinen mir in ale lender, nor di himlen zenen shvartz.
Trogt der goirel unz in shturem vi di vellen funem yam,
kenen mir zich nit bahalten loifen mir fun flam tzu flam.
Veissen mir nit vi zich tzu vehren in der shvartzer gules nacht,
zapt ein der midbor unzere treren un di himlishe toiren zenen farmacht.
Ven den mir zich tzu dem mizroch dort tzu shtilen unzer veh,
tzihen mir zich in der finster eins bei eins un tzvei bei tzvei.
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| A SILENT PROTEST |
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Has bold blood united us together in one bond?
A thousand enemies - one hatred, a thousand wounds in one wound.
I bleed in a thousand places, only felt in one great heart,
I cry in every land, only heaven appears dark.
Carry us safely through the storm as the will from the sea,
can we not see ourselves running from flame to flame,
I don’t understand, as we wander through nights of dark exile,
trapped in the desert of our tears and locked in the holy Torah.
When, then, will I find the place of peace from woe,
free myself from the dark, one by one and two by two.
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