מאַך צו די אײגעלעך
Yeshayahu Shpigl [Isaiah Spiegel] / אישיהו שפּיגל| Ulteriore versione inglese ripresa da Music and the Holocaust.... | |
| CLOSE YOUR LITTLE EYES | CLOSE YOUR LITTLE EYES |
| Now close your little eyes, Soon little birds will fly In circles everywhere. They'll flutter by your bed. Your head upon your hand, The house in ash and sand! We leave, my darling child, In search of life... | Close your little eyes, Little birds are coming, Circling around The head of your cradle Baggage in hand Our home in ashes We are setting out, my child In search of luck |
| Gods from the world withdrawn, The black night fills each dawn, She waits for us With horror and with dread, With terror always near, Not knowing where, oh where Our road has led. | God has closed off the world And night is all around Waiting for us Full of horror and fear The two of us stand here In this difficult, difficult, moment Not knowing where The road leads. |
| Stripped naked, we were thrown, Chased from our loving home, In darkest night Into the open field. In wind and hail and storm, By fearsome currents borne, Borne forth into the depths Of the earth. | Naked and bare We were chased from our home In darkness Driven into the fields And storm, hail and wind Have accompanied us, my child Accompanied us into The abyss of the world. |
