Well, listen to my story I'm a fighting man
And in 39 I crossed the border to France
It seemed everything was lost but here we are
I joined the legion XIII
When we marched through the open fields it was pouring down rain
But memories of Sepharad kept me warm in the pain
I saw a lot of horror and I want this to end
What we will keep on fighting until our very last breath
And as the sun sometimes refuses to shine
In this old European land
I know I'm about to die but my sons will see the Promised Land
We were made prisoners and sent to this camp
Some of us still here while I'm dropping these lines
Stripped from our dignity, dehumanized,
Will we ever overcome this darkness through light?
We have dragged our bodies through the mud and the blood
We have seen our friends lying dead on the ground
But if you trade liberty for comfort you'll never get neither of both
And as the sun sometimes refuses to shine
In this old European land
I know I'm about to die but my sons will see the Promised Land
I know I'm about to die soon, but I'll make this land bright
‘cause we are fighting to reach the promised land