REMEMBER!
| APPEAL OF THE MORNING Blazing a rosy glow We all in a row, young and old, While in the sky the stars disappear. Every morning we are here to appeal Every day, rain or shine on our faces are painted pain, despair, torment. Perhaps now, at this time gray At home a child cries Maybe my mother is thinking of me ... I will never the review? At this time it's nice to daydream, Perhaps now my love But I think - God forbid - if to fetch him? How about a silver screen The action continues splendid Not far away in a limousine get someone new and shiny. They descend slowly and gracefully, The "Aufseherinnen" (1) wearing blue clothes. We immediately converted into pillars of salt, Numbers, lifeless void. We arrogantly disdainful count them - the most noble race are the Germans, the new vanguard What has the rabble into strips, faceless. Suddenly, like an electric shock, shudder at the thought that we like a rocket in the head whale She also has to be a wife or a mother A woman ... And I am a woman ... The film takes place slowly sensational "Achtung!" Put the row! This is a really special moment, Approaches "Lagerkommandant. It is possible that the world is so dangerous? A whistle and, in a moment of silence among us utter a quiet prayer But there is someone who can hear? The sun is again high in the sky, and pink diamonds are its rays. O dear God, we ask will come better days? Krystyna Zywulska, September 1943 (1) Wardens. |
0 comments:
Post a Comment