Fugue for Kristallnacht, by William Heyen
Around the corner where I lived
a beautiful synagogue was burning.
Around the corner where I lived. Around the corner.
A beautiful synagogue. Was burning. Where I lived.
Around the corner where I lived
a beautiful synagogue was burning.
My father came home in the evening I didn’t recognize him.
He didn’t want to talk and didn’t talk what happened to him.
Was burning. He didn’t want to talk and didn’t talk.
What happened to him. A beautiful synagogue where I lived.
He didn’t want to talk and didn’t talk what happened to him.
Will they kill me is not so easy to forget either.
I didn’t recognize him. Came home in the evening.
Around the corner where I lived will they kill me. Was burning.
He didn’t want to talk. What happened to him.
Will they kill me is not so easy to forget either.
A beautiful synagogue was burning. What happened to him.
We packed the little things what we could carry.
My father said we didn’t know where we are going who
will live who will die. He didn’t want to talk.
My father came home in the evening I didn’t recognize him.
Will they kill me. Around the corner where I lived.
What we would carry. We packed. Who will live who
will die. Around the corner a beautiful synagogue.
I didn’t recognize him. My father. What happened to him.
Was burning. Will they kill me is not so easy.
The little things what we could carry. Was burning.
Around the corner where I lived
a beautiful synagogue was burning.
