YEH, YEH, we need the rain, YEH, YEH, to wash the trains, Endless nights, Tortured days, Trains of no return.
LO'EL ANI AKRO ANENI AVKA BACHOL LAILO ANENI TEN TAL UMOTOR ANENI HO, ANENI
Don't let them grow again, Oh, no, not again! Don't let them roll again, The trains of no return!
YEH, YEH, we need the rain, YEH, YEH, to wash the trains, Endless nights, Tortured days, Trains of no return.
LO'EL ANI AKRO ANENI, ANENI, ANENI SHAM ZA'AKU KOLOT ANENU BA'ARU OROT ANENU HU LO YESHAKER
KOL HA'OR, KOL HACHOSHE SHE YOFER MIKOL RA'U EICH DIN HA'ELOHIM MOLECH HEM GAM ME VAKSHIM
YEH, YEH, we need the rain, YEH, YEH, to wash the trains, Endless nights, Tortured days, Trains of no return.
Don't let them grow again, Oh, no, not again! Don't let them roll again, The trains of no return! Don't let them grow again, Oh, no, not again! Don't let them roll again, The trains of no return! YEH, YEH, we need the rain...
COh my name it ain't nothin', my age it means less The country I come from is called the Midwest I was taught and brought up there, all the laws to abide And that land that I live in has God on its side
Oh the history books tell it, they tell it so well The cavalries charged and the Indians fell The cavalries charged and the Indians died Oh the country was young with God on its side
Oh the Spanish-American war had its day And the civil war too was soon laid away And the names of the heroes I was made to memorize With guns in their hands and God on their side
The first world war, boys, it came and it went The reason for fighting I never could get But I learned to accept it, accept it with pride Now you don't count the dead when God's on your side
But now we got weapons of a chemical dust If fire 'em were forced to then fire them we must One push of the button and a shot the world wide And you never ask questions when God's on your side
In a many dark hour I've been thinkin' about this That Jesus Christ was betrayed by a kiss But I can't think for you, you'll have to decide Whether Judas Iscariot had God on his side
So now as I'm leavin', I'm weary as hell The confusion I'm feelin' ain't no tongue can tell The words fill my head and they fall to the floor And if God is on our side, He'll stop the next war
Bob Dylan
Look out at the darkness... and you will see Just call my name and I'll be there You cannot touch me... you would not dare I am the chill that's in the air
And I try to get through to you ...in my own special way As the barriers crumble ...at the end of the day
Dark rivers are flowing... back into the past You are the fish for which I cast And what of the future... what is to be As the rivers flow into the sea?
And I try to get through to you ...in my own special way As the barriers crumble ...at the end of the day
Do not take for granted... powers out there Don't step into the demon's lair Time is an illusion... rising from time Steep is the mountain which we climb
And I try to get through to you ...in my own special way As the barriers crumble ...at the end of the day...
Take me with you when you go, I'm not staying here alone, Push the button by the phone... Inner freedom overshadows greed and reasons to stick around, Crazy dreaming keeps me gleaming you'll be seething going down. I'd waited so long, but the dream was over before it had begun, I've waited so long, now you haven't time to run...
Khalutsim lid – Pioneers’ Song Fun getos, oshvyentshim, ponar un maydanek, Fun frontn, un velder, fun hits un fun kelt, Es halt zikh di biks nokh bay undz afn aksl, Es shturemt dos harts nokh, es zidt un es kvelt.
Mir veln, mir veln tsebrekhn di koymen, Mir shteln, mir shteln dos lebn in kon, Khalutsim, khalutsim tseshparn di
roymen Un hebn dem kamf ersht nokh on, ersht nokh on.
Khotsh eybik tsum lebn mir zenen geboyrn, Dokh shteyen
mir alts nokh baym tkhumikn rand, Es hobn khalutsim tsu kdoyshim geshvoyrn, Tsu kemfn far frayheyt fun folk un zayn land!
Mir veln, mir veln…
Es hobn yortoyznter midbershe zamdn Zikh nestn geboyt dort bay undz in der heym, Itst kumen khalutsim un vider farvandlen Dem midbershn vist in a yidisher heym.
Mir veln, mir veln…
Sholem aykh yidn, in lender, in vayte, Sholem aykh yidn, in noyt un in payn, Es ruft der kholets inem land, dem bafraytn- To lomir tsu im oyle zayn, oyle zayn!