The crematory, the pits of fire A home in the graveland, how did I survive?
Now listen, even if you understood what it meant Running around, perhaps looking sideways sometimes Listening to pleasant music in between lines But there's a haunting memory bound to remain You will understand how it felt Standing out in the cold rain with the doors closed around you The warmth of the fireplace out of reach Without raincoats and the wind chilling down the spine Waiting for 10 minutes, an hour, 10 hours even a whole day
We were put into a crowd and assembled rapidly around the gate With clubs in our hands we forced the gate by the demon With the whip in one hand and the pistol in the other By the demon's command we rallied against the mob Shouting in order to disperse and to leave It was a reckless and sickening pursuit I saw a glimpse of my mother's younger sister Just like the others she'd come to look for family and relatives Run, run I cried again and again Don't get caught you must go back
I watch my sisters, my mom They stand in line for the crematory By bread alone A dance macabre for the musclemen In the pits of fire By bread alone A name of numbers in a barbed wire world A home in the graveyard By bread alone Six million families torn to pieces Why did I survive? By bread aloneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
