מײַנ פּוליעמיאָט

I lie next to the machine gun
And whisper a Jewish tune.
All is still around me,
Only the grasslings sway.

I remember my jolly shtetl;
Who did not know it?
Now it is empty, without people;
Oh, the homes are burnt down.

But there is a Red Army,
She gave me a machine-gun;
Oh, I strike and I strike the Germans
So that our people may yet live.
Oh, I strike and I strike the Germans
So that all peoples may live.

Oh, you wretched man-eaters,
Oh, you German bandits!
Hey, machine-gun, aim better;
May you not avoid any German.