Song about Wanda from Ravensbrück

There once was a tale of a wiked wolf,
There once was a tale of a wiked dragon,
There was a Knight Rüdiger, Queen Wanda,
And Krak, the King.
Wanda with her flaxen hair,
Wanda with her deep blue eyes—
One day Wanda cursed a German,
The whole world cursed the Germans!
The Vistula hums softly for you,
Lulls you to sleep,
With an ancient tune
From long ago…
Oh, so long ago!
Once again a wolf and suffering,
Once again a savage slaughter,
A German invades, steals Wanda away!
Krakow will be theirs.
Hm hm hm hm hm, hm hm hm hm…
Hm hm hm…hm hm hm hm…
Beyond the mountains, beyond the forests,
Near Berlin, behind the barbed wire
Near Berlin, in Ravensbrück
There my Wanda waits.
Same flaxen hair,
Same deep blue eyes,
Same girlish lips—
Yearning still to live.
The Vistula hums softly for you,
Lulls you to sleep
With an ancient tune
From long ago…
Oh, so long ago!
Ever the fable of the wolf,
Ever greedy the dragon’s jowls!
But Wanda will outlast Ravensbrück—
Krakow—ever ours!