Zog nit keyn mol

Zog nit keyn mol az du geyst dem letstn veg

Khotsh himeln blayene farshtein bloye teg.

Kumen vet nokh unzer oysgebenkte sho

Es vert a poyk ton undzer trit - mir zeynen do!

Never once say you walk upon your final way

though skies of steel obscure the blue of day.

Our long awaited hour will draw near

and our footsteps will thunder - We are Here!

Vun grinem palmenland biz vaysn land fun shney

Mir kumen on mit undzer payn, mit undzer vey

Un vu gefallen es iz a shprits fun unzer blut

Shprotsn vet dort undzer gvure, undzer mut.

From a land of green palms to a white land of snow

We march on with our pain and with our woe;

And there where a spray fell of our blood

there our strenght and courage yet will bud

Es vert di morgenzun bagilden unz dem haynt

Un der nekhtn vet farshvindn mitn faynd

Nor oyb farzamen vet di zun in dem kayor

Vi a parol zol geyn dos lid fun dor tsu dor.

The morning sun will rise and brighten the day

and yesterday's night will fade away

But if the sun delays in rising to the dawn

then like a watchword pass this song on and on

Dos lid geshribn iz mit blut un nit mit blay

Es iz nit keyn lidl fun a foygl af der fray

Dos hot a folk tsvishn falendike vent

Dos lid gezungen mit naganes in di hent!

This song is written with blood and not with pencil lead

it's no song sung freely by birds flying overhead.

So a people among the falling walls made their last stand

and this song they sung with pistols in their hand