Between the and the Vistula crammed swamps, guard chains, barbed wire Lies Concentration Camp, the cursed nest That inmates like an evil plague.
there is malaria, typhus and other things Where great anguish at your heart, thousands upon thousands are imprisoned Far their homeland, far from wife and child.
You see rows of buildings rise built by Through storm and rain you have to carry bricks and Block after block springs up, for of men All of this for who are yet to come.
you see columns pass you by You can often see fathers, brothers You aren't allowed to say hello, will mean their death To do so you involuntarily increase woe.
Sadly you see the columns by The commands on the left, two three You have no right to say here. you often want to scream for help.
Along with lice and fleas, rages, thousands have already perished miserably, Indeed you are here night and day And your every is watched by guards.
Father, mother are you home by No one our heartache Here you are only to dream of a home From where shamelessly drove you out.
Should I see you again, my country And like so many go up the chimney, Hail, my beloved and friends there Think of me from time to time, who was to leave.
Written by a Slovakian girl in Auschwitz Camp In from the first transports.