Zog Nit Keyn Mol (Partisan Song)

Zog nit keyn mol az du geyst dem letstn veg
Khotsh himlen blayene farshteln bloye teg
Kumen vet nokh undzer oysgebenkte sho
S’vet a poyk ton undzer trot: Mir zaynen do!

Fun grinem palmenland biz vaysn land fun shney
Mir kumen on mit undzer payn, mit undzer vey
Un vu gefaln iz a sphrits fun undzer blut
Shprotsn vet dort undzer gvure, undzer mut

Es vet di morgnzun bagildn undz dem haynt
Un der nekhtn vet farshvindn mitn faynd
Nor oyb farzamen vet di zun in dem kayor
Vi a parol zol geyn dos lid fun dor tsu dor

Zog nit keyn mol az du geyst dem letstn veg
Khotsh himlen blayene farshteln bloye teg
Kumen vet nokh undzer oysgebenkte sho
S’vet a poyk ton undzer trot: Mir zaynen do!

Don’t ever say that you’re walking your last mile
Even though the blue days are hidden behind leaden skies
The hour for which we’ve been yearning is still on the way
Our feet will drum it out: We’re here!

From the green land of palm trees to the white land of snow
We’re coming with our pain and with our woe
And wherever our blood spurts to earth
Our courage and might are going to take root

The morning sun will turn our today to gold
And yesterday will vanish with our foe
But if the sun of dawn should come a little late
May this song be a watchword from one generation to the next

Don’t ever say that you’re walking your last mile
Even though the blue days are hidden behind leaden skies
The hour for which we’ve been yearning is still on the way
Our feet will drum it out: We’re here!