"Dem Milners Trern" - Sidor Belarsky

"Oh how many years
have passed
since I've been a miller here
the wheels turn
the years pass
I'm growing old and grey.


There are days
I want to remember
if I had a little happiness?
the wheels turn
the years pass
I don't get any answers.

I heard it said
they want to drive me out
away from my village and away from the mill
the wheels turn
the years pass
without an end, without a goal.

Where will I live?
who will care for me?
I'm already old, I'm already tired
the wheels turn
the years pass
and with them, also go the jews"