Ekhod mi yoydea 
Ekhod, ekhod mi yoydea 
Ekhod ani yoydeo 
Ekhod ani yoydeo 

In vos ken ikh gleybn? 
Ekhod, ekhod mi yoydea? 
Ikh ken zayn a maymen 
Ekhod ani yoydeo 

Der nes fun zumer-shprenklen 
Un di naye kveytn fun an elntn boym 
Yay day day, der finkl fun mayn trern 
Ekhod ani maamino 

Di sharfe layd fun an ershte libe 
Ani yoydeo 
Keyn loybgezangn far di griber 
Ani maamino 
Der bagin vos efnt klore oygn 
Oy ikh ken zen 
Di eynstselne reges vos shafn a lebn 
Ani maamino

shorstik [bad word] af a veykhe vund 
Ekhod ani yoydeo 
Der blutik royt fun a geshpaltene floym 
Ani maamino 
Der bagin vos efnt klore oygn 
Oy ikh ken zen 
Di eynstselne reges vos shafn a lebn 
Ani maamino

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Who knows one?
One – who knows one?
I know one.
Indeed, I know one.

What can I believe in?
One – who knows one?
I can believe
I know one.

The miracle of freckles
And the new buds on a lone tree
The sparkle of my tears...
I believe in one

The sharp pain of first love
I know
No eulogies by the grave
I believe
The dawn that opens clear eyes
I can see
The single moments that form a life
I believe

The rough scab on a painful wound
I know one
The blood red of a split plum
I believe
The dawn that opens clear eyes
I can see
The single moments that form a life
I believe