Whatsoever the eye falls on
Marsh and wasteland everywhere
No bird greets us with its song
Hunp—backed oaks with branches bare
We are the Marshland soldiers
Marching with our spades
To the marsh!
Sachsenhausen, Stutthoff, Dachau
May God’s curse on you come down
Should I rot for a hundred years yet
Still my mighty song resounds
Once as slaves we marched here
Now knights all armed with sadness:
To war!
Heh! Treblinka, Auschwitz, Gusen!
Hearts held high, and high the fist:
Barbed wire death the coward chooses
Live now live, death is no rest
And though we are but poor slaves
The same sun shines above us each day
Bergen-Belsen, Ebensee
Head held high, and high the fist:
Liberty oh sweet Liberty
We’ll soon go home I swear, oh yes:
In camps of our despairing
Love will be there again…tomorrow