Between the Sola and the Vistula swamps, guard chains, barbed wire Lies Auschwitz Camp, the cursed nest inmates hate like an evil plague.
Where there is malaria, typhus and things Where great anguish eats at heart, Where thousands upon thousands are Far their homeland, far from wife and child.
You see rows of buildings rise built by Through and rain you have to carry bricks and sand Block block springs up, for thousands of men All of for those who are yet to come.
you see columns pass you by You can often see fathers, brothers You aren't allowed to say hello, that mean their death To do so you involuntarily their woe.
Sadly you see the walk by The resound on the left, two three You no right to say anything here. When you want to scream for help.
Along lice and fleas, fever rages, thousands have already perished miserably, Indeed you are tormented night and day And every step is watched by guards.
Father, mother are you by now? No one suspects our Here you are only allowed to dream of a From where shamelessly drove you out.
Should I never see you again, my And like so thousands go up the chimney, Hail, my family and friends there Think of me from to time, who was forced to leave.
Written by a Slovakian girl in Concentration Camp In 1942 from the transports.