To dream is to die,
to die is to live.
For we forsake our freedom,
for others to live.
As the tart taste of communism,
creeps up on my skin.
I can see Big Brother and Fuhrer
shouting at all nymphs.
“BREED OUR RACE, BREED OUR KIND!
We must get rid of juden at this time.”
Blonde hair and crystal blue eyes,
ran the streets with no remorse.
As we żebrać our lives away,
they send us off our merry way.
To places where hope was no more,
we cannot help but silence our souls.
To dream of hope,
kind and all.
We did nothing but
pray for help from the great Elyon.