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- Zechor yi’mos olam Chains upon my feet Al Naharos Bavel
- Hashem Yinkom Dommum Chadesh Yommeinu Ki’kedem
- Hashem Yinkom Dommum I hear the Doros say Zechor Yi’mos Olam
- Hashem heliso min sheol nafshi chisoni miyordei bor
Awaiting His Turn(T.T.T.O. Yedid Nefesh—Traditional) Awaiting his turn, for his body to be burnt Leaving this world for refusing to convert A sudden thought enters his head To remain alive instead
Does it mean I must die as one too What is there to gain from the suffering and pain Better as a goy to remain A battle of conscience was stirring up within Should I die, or lead a life of sin A solution he could not find His sechel was making him blind But then, from deep within his heart A cry of Mesiras Nefesh did depart Higher than intellect, the spark of a Jew The fire within me and you With this burst of emotion he lunged towards the flame As he cried Shma Yisroel, ash he became But with libi eir, his soul was saved A Jew he forever remained I Stand So LonelyI stand so lonely With tears upon my face I think Hashem please help me To see where is my place Then I turn behind me And see a hope again I hear the doros say Zechor yi’mos olamChains upon my feet Al Naharos BavelWe see our Bayis in flames As we leave Eretz Yisroel We’re on our way to Golus Hashem Yishmor CharbumI hear the Doros say Zechohor Yi’mos OlamChorus:
For all these Yidden Hashem Yinkom DommumChadesh Yommeinu Ki’kedemZechor Yi’mos OlamI’m in Yerusholayim The time of the crusades Oh Europe’s been ravaged And now they’re coming our way I look up to Shomayim Ma’ein Yavoh ezriZechor Yi’mos OlamSome say you will be free In 1492
It’s forbidden to keep Torah And to be a Jew Then I turned behind me And see a hope again I hear the Doros say Zechor Yi’mos Olani Chorus: I’m a child in Poland In 1942
History’s repeating It’s hard to be a Jew So many millions perished
Hashem Yinkom DommumI hear the Doros say Zechor Yi’mos OlamI stand so lonely With tears upon my face I think Hashem please help me To see where is my place Then I turn behind me And see a hope again I hear the Doros say
Zechor Yi’mos OlamBorisI’ll tell you a story about a boy A boy who became a man Much too early before his time His growing up began Boris was born in the black of the night The sky had grown asunder When through the night came a sparkling light And a voice above the thunder Chorus: The voice said; Boris you’re alive now Boris you must strive now To keep you religion Alive within your heart
Boris can you hear me Here we are this is it Here’s where it must start School in Moscow was shiny and new Boris entered when he was six The first day there they called him a Jew And they hit him with rocks and sticks When Boris came home he was a sorrowful sight Tears welled up in each of his eyes He spent an angry and miserable night Asking his father why Chorus: He answered: Boris they will beat you But they cannot defeat you As long as you keep Your courage and your pride
But they’ll learn to respect you Just show them you don’t care You know the truth inside At the age of sixteen Boris was grown He learned all he needed to know With a soul forged of steel and a heart made of stone Society was his foe He got on a plane and he pulled out a knife Said We’re going to where I belong But they caught him off guard and they ended his life But as he died his heart was strong His stone read: He showed faith and trust His spirit turned to dust They taunted him they cursed at him But he wouldn’t bend Though he’s dead and gone now His spirit carries on now It’s only the beginning It’s a long way till the end ... till the end The SearchUpwards it travels alone Awaiting the chance to atone It reaches the heavenly scale And suddenly emits forth a wail The needle wavers no more The decision is now quite clear Gan Eden was not his reward Yet Gehinom he had not to fear Now the search has begun He must carry each one Three gifts in exchange for Gan Eden
Looking below he did see A crowd shouting with glee One request a Jewish girl begs To pin her skirt down to her legs
More precious than gold to him Mesiras nefesh the girl had displayed And her skirt in place had stayed Now the search carries on... In the midst of a dark lonely night When he approaches he sees a man With seforim close at hand
For a moment the man does gloat He died for a box filled with sand From artzeinu hakedosha our land Now the search carries on... Wandering eyes do see A Jewish boy trying to flee His captors are gaining our plight But the lad continues his fight His kippa drops to the floor But he stops to replace it once more Three blows rain down on his head The result - a Jewish boy dead Now the search has been done He has gathered each one The kippa - the third gift for Eden
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