Zog Nit Keynmol (Song of the Warsaw Ghetto)

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