Raz Dwa Trzy - Miasteczko Bełz

My dear little Isaac
be no longer afraid of the night
and look people in the eye,
in the little town of Beltz

So many years have passed,
the accordion plays agains,
the clouds float into the distance,
the world turns again.

Our Beltz is pretty again,
lilacs in the gardens and along the roads.
No one wants to remember,
no one wants to know the taste of tears.


And only when you sleep,
lonely and alone
and only when you sleep,
you float, you vanish there...

Where father and mother
are next to you again
and quietly guard
you little dreams.


The little town of Beltz,
my beloved Beltz,
Dressed in morning newspapers
Beltz calmly wakes.

The gentle dawn,
sunny days' rhythm,
on Sunday, a safe
trip to the river
and a whisper in the bushes.

In the bakery, the smell of bread,
a horse, his head hung over his oats.
For lovers the sky is enough,
only someone whistles quietly.


The little town of Beltz,
mein shtetl Beltz.
That portrait has already faded,
the peaceful, silent, blazing Beltz.

Today, when there is smoke,
it is simply smoke.
A ring for happiness,
a job in industry,
a christening on Sunday.


White grain, black poppy seed,
the sweet taste of a young wife.
Steps in the hallway...don't tremble so,
it is not them. It is only wind.

The little town of Beltz,
my beloved Beltz.
Somewhere, in a cradle, a child falls asleep,
and the mother sings him so:

Fall asleep already
and close your little eyes.
They are black,
too bad they are not blue.