Translated by A. Z. Foreman - Isaac lyrics

Toward morning, the sun strolled out in the forest Together with me and father, My right hand in his left. A knife like lightning flamed out through the woods and the wood, And I was so scared of my eyes' terror, facing the blood on the leaves. Father! Father! Come quick and save Isaac And nobody will be missing at lunchtime. It is I who am slaughtered, my son And my blood is already on the Reich of the leaves. And father's voice was smothered And his face pale. And I wanted to scream, writhing against belief, As I ripped my eyes open. And I awoke. And my right hand was out of blood and time.