When I first showed up in Deutschland, camping on the Rhine The first town that I went to was also the first sign Of the kind of self-reflection that had gone on around here Indications everywhere, so shiny and so clear Look down at the sidewalk where a little light is shown When you stumble upon a stumbling stone
What did this place once look like, who lived on this block It can't be recreated but you can partially take stock Look down at the sidewalk for a little bronze square Read the words engraved upon it that says who was living there Before they were taken away to the dark unknown
Little squares all over, you'll find them all around Not much information on them, and they don't make a sound But if your imagination is anything like mine Then all you need to trigger it is one lone Stolperstein Take a moment to remember as you look down from your phone
There are six little squares here – one for each member Of one family that was taken one morning in December The youngest child was 2, the eldest one was 10 Within a year each one of them had died at Sachsenhausen Their bodies burnt to ashes – flesh and blood and bone
And every time I see them I wish I would see more Embedded in the sidewalks on so many other shores Just one stone to remember each one who met their fate At all the slave plantations, in all the torture states But for some it's safer to just leave the dead aloneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
