in zaltsign yam fun den menshlichen treren
gefindt sikh a shreklikher tom.
er ken shoyn nisht tifer, nisht finsterer werdn
in zeitn da blutiger shtrom.

dem tom oben toysn der yorn bagrobn
di mune un sine un payn.
un toysn der yorn als tropen nakh tropen
es gisn sikh treren herayn.

Beneath the salt sea of humanity's weeping
terrible kezam abides.
It couldn't be darker, it couldn't be deeper,
It's stained with a bloody-red tide.

So much of the sea have been filled by the sorrows
Endured by the suffering jews.
And only the tears of the poor ones are bloody,
The rich cry as clear as the dew.

Yes, only the worker, the pauper, the beggar
Belong to the bloody abyss.
While those you call brother, the rich and the greedy,
Fly high over head in their bliss.

And thousands of years have created this kezam
Out of piety, hatred and pain,
And for thousands of years all humanity's weeping
Flows in like a limitless rain.

un ful is der tom, dos is yidishe treren
<...> in zey.
a blutige trer tutem kapzen geheren,
<...> az weis az di shney.

<...> avonim kapsonim
gehert dokh der shreklicher tom.
un ayere brider di raykhe gazlonim
gehern nur <...>

Shoyn ful is der tom un ferflayts ale bregen
<...>
Zu warfen in tom zikh un shtrayt.

The ocean flows over and floods out the levis,
There isn't a hero inside.
Yes, where are the ones, who will stand, and the ready
To dive down in kezam and fight?

<...>

And who will at last free the workers from slavery,
Bring hunger it's final relief?
And who will be guiding the pathway to freedom,
To brotherhood, justice and peace?

<...>

The children of wealthy in light and ecology,
In Zion the call the hebrew.
We heared this old story before from our enemies,
gedal for the eternal jew.