Between the Sola and the Vistula Between swamps, guard chains, wire Lies Auschwitz Concentration Camp, the cursed That inmates hate an evil plague.
Where is malaria, typhus and other things great anguish eats at your heart, Where upon thousands are imprisoned Far from their homeland, far wife and child.
You see of buildings rise built by inmates Through storm and rain you have to carry and sand Block after block springs up, for 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 increase their woe.
you see the columns walk by The commands resound on the left, two You no right to say anything here. When you want to scream for help.
with lice and fleas, fever rages, Many have already perished miserably, you are tormented here night and day And your every is watched by guards.
Father, mother are you by now? No one our heartache Here you are only to dream of a home where fate shamelessly drove you out.
Should I never see you again, my And like so many go up the chimney, Hail, my beloved family and there Think of me from to time, who was forced to leave.
by a Slovakian girl in Auschwitz Concentration Camp In from the first transports.