What do we expect?
What do we learn?
When there is no choice,
to whom do we turn?
I am no longer a man,
But still a slave.
When all the Orcs burst forth,
I alone feared that I was the grave. journey to the prison.
Thirsty and hungry,
Cold and cold.
Such was life, for young and old.
We all repeat,
we all live.
We are all tortured,
But what do you expect from the Anti-Semite?
He was the only one left in my life,
And when I cried,
br> The worst thing ever, he struck.
My father began to die.
Hoping that God can here my prayers,
Open and widen,
Yitgadal Veyitkadach Shmé Raba,
May his name be blessed and magnificent.
