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Mesiras Nefesh Night Was Falling
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- Ubisheim Hashem nazkir .
- Hashem lee ma ya’aseh lee adam
- A Chossid Is Weeping
- Jews of Silence
- Bikibutz golioseinu
Mesiras NefeshNight Was FallingNight was falling in the Russian camp, Darkness, silence settled all around. Icy moonlight lit the forest ground, Casting shadows on the snow. Among the cold drifts far from anyone, Secretly a bris milah was done. Notice of the father and the son Could mean sure death in the snow. In the day, in the still of night, In the open or away from sight, We will always keep the Torah - And do Mitzvoswithout fear. Chorus: In the mountains, in the Russian planes, In the streets and in the subway trains. We are faithful to the Torah - Ubisheim Hashem nazkir.As they left their strength began to wane, And each step was filled with bitter pains. But Hashem saw faces filled with love - Vayelchu shneihem yachdav.They were then caught with the mila knife, And the soldiers took the father’s life. The son cried as he saw Kidush Hashem - And Malachim wept with them -
And do Mitzvoswithout fear Chorus: Many years passed since that dreadful day. Grass and wheats grew on that martyr’s grave. And the son, for whom his life he gave, Followed in his father’s ways.
When his only son was eight days old. He did as he had been shown and told - A bris mila on that day. In Mitzrayim and in Germany The dark age and much infirmary, We will always keep the Torah without fear.
Rebbe oh Rebbe we are so far apart But this letter I dictate is engraved in my heart Hayom holaditi oh Rebbe hear my plea And help me bear this harsh decree Transcending limitations yearning to be one A Rebbe to his chossid like a father to his son Eight years later alive and free A letter from his Rebbe he chances to see Reb Mendel, Reb Mendel your letter I received In all your bitter pain do not be grieved Your suffering I see and soon you will be free And once again return to me Candy ManIn a shul he was known as the Candy Man, Although he was the Gabai too. A simple man, with no airs about him He calls himself an ordinary Jew. Every morning, the shul doors he opened. He always was the first one of the ten. And after the prayers were all over He’d stay on behind the other men. Old Abe Greenstein, he’s our candy man. That simple man with no airs about him. Old age Greenstein, the man that no one knew, He calls himself an ordinary Jew. On Shabbos, the children all flocked to him When they made a blessing they would get a sweet. Everybody said, “Good Shabbos” to him, He was a friend of everyone he’d meet. Well one Shabbos during service the boiler blew, Flames leaped high with crackling sounds. The congregation was waiting outside the shul When the news got out… Abe couldn’t be found. Chorus: Where’s Abe Greenstein, where’s that candy man While the fire inside the shul was raging The congregation waited silently, The rabbi just stood there and shook his head, Without Abe… what will be? Suddenly, before them stood old Abe. With his clothes aflame and charcoal on his face, He looked more like an angel than a man, With the Torah scrolls clutched in his embrace. Chorus: Old Abe Greenstein… Jews of SilenceIn the midst of a distant country, A prayer ascends to the sky; “Hashem, Hashem, please have pity, Oh, to kiss the wall before I die.” Chorus: Jews of silence we can hear you. Jews of courage we are with you. Soon the six million strong, You’ll burst into song,
Jews of silence… Along the road Lartzeinu bikarov biyameinu Just One Man’s Defiant Stand(T.T.T.O. Listen Brothers—MBD and Friends) The Kremlin’s eerie lights Casting shadows so deceiving Upon the crumbling remnants of our nation A sad and sorry plight Morale destroyed and shattered For the heart of Russian Jewry was escaping
Up against the odds, against his land Our hope, the power of the individual If need be, I’ll fight alone No matter what I have, it’s not my own Reb Getche, our future is your legacy The Rebbe’s holy face For you, a distant image How desperately you waited to perceive him The Iron Curtain down The gates begin to open Freedom on the edge of your horizon Just one man’s… MemoriesI’m a very tired and old worn out man, And my eyes have long been blind. Most things that people say to me, Just seem to slip my mind. Oh, but the sufferings and painful times That were in years long gone, Are still as clear upon my memory As the number on my arm. Chorus: What will become of all the memories? Are they to scatter with the dust in the breeze? And who will stand before the world knowing what to say When the very last survior… fades away?
And his fingers trace the pattern of my tears, He asks me, “Grandpa, tell me why do you cry, What is it that you fear?” And I tell him, “There once was a little child, Who smelled this sweet and felt this warm. But he was taken from before my eyes And only I remain to mourn. Chorus: What will become of all the memories? Are they to scatter with the dust in the breeze? And who will stand before a world that now wishes to deny Will they believe in someone… who never heard the cries?
Time has a way of passing by so fast. And like a fleeting shadow noone will recall, The faces of the past. Chorus: What will become of all the memories? Are they to scatter with the dust in the breeze? And who will stand before the world, yet one thought gives me comfort It’s all that I have left, I know that G-d in heaven… won’t forget? Download 0.87 Mb. Share with your friends:
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