Нателла Болтянская - Едвабне
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Barely

Poland. 150km from Warsaw,
In a tiny town after
Second World War was
The monument to 1600 Jews was erected,
dead during the occupation.
More recently, it turned out
that everything was different ...

You are looking for us - take a more scope card,
Ink drop, accidentally fell ...
And our place is called unwriting,
There are a lot of similar places in the light
There is a town hall, a market, a stream - knee
The linen on the ropes runs banners ...
Here they lived happy sometimes pre -war
Neighbours. It doesn't matter - the Poles, Jews ...

And the monument will be. Well, how can I not carve
On the stone, how painful and bitter happens
A place where more than one and a half thousand
It died: the war was-world ...
Everything will be - flowers, memorial candles,
Will have time to fade the granite of the pedestal,
But later it turns out - in our place
The German units did not stand at all.

Well, only - the patrol will drop once a week,
And the Wehrmacht went sideways,
And we were killed by their neighbors,
Which we considered close relatives
Like a festive dinner, and drunk and eaten,
Yesterday's comfort of a crowded house ...
And these nonsense are their own neighbors,
And - a match was thrown into dry straw ...

Pass the feather and shawl by inheritance
During life - loss and more are ...
At first, our neighborhood collapsed,
And then - the burning roof of the barn.
And the memory will get stronger, and the pain will not weaken,
Grow old up to the Old - New Testaments ...
And our place is called only
Dahau, Maidanek, Warsaw ghetto ...