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Shtil di nakht
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Shtil di nakht
Shtil, di nakht iz oysgeshternt,
Un der frost er hot gebrent;
Tsi gedenkstu vi ich hob dich gelernt
Haltn a shpayer in di hent.
A moyd, a peltsl un a beret,
Un halt in hant fest a nagan,
A moyd mit a sametenem ponim
Hit op dem soynes karavan.
Getsilt, geshosn un getrofn
Hot ir kleyninker pistoyl,
An oto a fulinkn mit vofn
Farhaltn hot zi mit eyn koyl.
Fartog fun vald aroysgekrochn,
Mit shney-girlandn oyf di hor,
Gemutikt fun kleyninkn n’tsochn
Far undzer nayem, frayen dor.
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Silence the night
Silence, the night is all be-starred
And the frost burned strong.
Do you remember when I taught you
To hold a machine-gun in your hands.
A lass, a fur jacket and a beret,
Holding a pistol tight in her hand,
A lass with a velvet face
Watches over the enemy’s caravan.
Aimed, fired and hit,
With her dear little pistol,
She stopped a car, a nice one full of arms
With one bullet.
At daybreak, she crawled out of the woods
With snow garlands on her hair,
Encouraged by the precious little victory
For our new, free generation.
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Fucking nazi bastard
Have look in the past
Even if you killed and gagged
Your ideas never won the fight
And we will never let you win
Fucking racist bastard
When the crisis is coming back
Governments brandish you as a specter
But you’re just a looser
We will never let you win
Fucking fascist bastard
Look at people in the eyes
They are burning with liberty
Even when they are cracking up
We will never let you win
“J’ai vingt-deux ans au printemps 1942, dans Paris occupé. Des hommes, des femmes, des enfants disparaissent tous les jours. Comment accepter de courber la tête? Je comprends que je préfère mourir. Ce choc détermine en moi une résolution que rien ne pourra détruire. L’ennemi n’a pas de prise sur qui ne craint pas la mort”.
Jacqueline Péry d’Alincourt
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