Hershek \ Stephania Nay

On his way to work every day, he felt terrible fear
Twelve years old, he already knew that one must work
Because Hershek was a smuggler, to the other side
He crawled through barbed wires to carry the bread through

First he had to wait until the soldier turned his back
Then to lift up the barbed wire and squeeze his way through
Sneak into the gate to the Aryan side
Remove the armband from his arm.

Quickly quickly, his partner is already waiting
Hi Antko! Heil Jewboy! Give me two, you'll get the change.
Stick the bread inside the coat, glance ahead once more: did someone see?
And under the barbed wire again he must crawl.

Hershek was not brave at all, he was full of fear
But he went on, since his family was very poor
If Hershek will not go, his family will starve
And father has already sold the last bed

In the angry mornings of the ghetto walks the child,
Ashamed of his fear, his body shivers
Whistling on his way, only one wish on his mind:
God, if only I'll get back home!