(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
Just because I was born a Jew
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 Lonely
I 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 olam
Chains upon my feet
Al Naharos Bavel
We see our Bayis in flames
As we leave Eretz Yisroel
We’re on our way to Golus
Hashem Yishmor Charbum
I hear the Doros say
Zechohor Yi’mos Olam
Chorus:
For all these Yidden
Hashem Yinkom Dommum Chadesh Yommeinu Ki’kedem Zechor Yi’mos Olam
I’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 ezri Zechor Yi’mos Olam
Some say you will be free
In the time of Spain
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 Dommum
I hear the Doros say
Zechor Yi’mos Olam
I 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 Olam Boris
I’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
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
Boris they’ll reject you
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 Search
Upwards 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
Hashem heliso min sheol nafshi chisoni miyordei bor
Looking below he did see
A crowd shouting with glee
One request a Jewish girl begs
To pin her skirt down to her legs
He came down to retrieve a small pin
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
A knife has split his throat
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
Hashem heliso min sheol nafshi chisoni miyordei bor
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