Oh little candles, you have tales to tell, countless stories. You tell of bloodshed, and of courageous feats, miracles of yore. When I see you twinkling, a vision presents itself, the voice of an old dream speaks: Jew, once you made war, Jew, once you were victorious, God, 'tis hard to believe. Oh little candles, your old stories awaken my anguish; deep in my heart there stirs a tearful question: What will be next?
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you have tales to tell,
countless stories.
You tell of bloodshed,
and of courageous feats,
miracles of yore.
When I see you twinkling,
a vision presents itself,
the voice of an old dream
speaks:
Jew, once you made war,
Jew, once you were
victorious,
God, 'tis hard to believe.
Oh little candles,
your old stories
awaken my anguish;
deep in my heart there
stirs
a tearful question:
What will be next?
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