Translation of a Jewish rebel song, here performed in original Yiddish by the Klezmatics

 

Papas, Mamas, children too, building barricades

Battalions from factories with rifles and grenades

Papa left the tenement before the sun had risen

Where will Papa sleep tonight, in bed or grave or prison?

Children lie awake because they know where he is walking

His pistol in his pocket and the voices lowly talking

Mama’s gone into the streets, for money for the children

Leaving all the pots and pans orphaned in the kitchen

Hush although you’re hungry, and run if there’s a raid

Mama’s helping Papa down at the barricades