Between the Sola and the Vistula Between swamps, chains, barbed wire Auschwitz Concentration Camp, the cursed nest That inmates hate like an plague.
there is malaria, typhus and other things Where great eats at your heart, Where thousands upon are imprisoned Far from their homeland, far from and child.
You see rows of buildings rise by inmates Through and rain you have to carry bricks and sand Block after block up, for thousands of men All of for those who are yet to come.
you see columns pass you by You can see fathers, brothers there You allowed to say hello, that will mean their death To do so you involuntarily their woe.
Sadly you see the columns by The commands on the left, two three You have no right to say here. When you want to scream for help.
Along with and fleas, fever rages, thousands have already perished miserably, Indeed you are tormented here and day And your step is watched by guards.
Father, mother are you home by No one our heartache you are only allowed to dream of a home From where shamelessly drove you out.
I never see you again, my country And like so thousands go up the chimney, Hail, my beloved family and friends Think of me from to time, who was forced to leave.
Written by a Slovakian girl in Concentration Camp In from the first transports.