UNTIL OUR LAST BREATH
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Hirsch Glik 1920-1944?), Author of The Partisan Hymn. A native of Vilna, he was active in the ghetto underground. He disappeared after his escape from a labor camp, probably killed by soldiers on his way to find the partisans.
photo courtesy of www.deathcamps.org

Original Lyrics in Yiddish


Sog nit kejnmol as du gejsst dem letstn weg,
chotsch himlen blajene farshteln bloje teg, -
kumen wet noch undser ojsgebenkte scho,
'ss wet a pojk ton undser trot - mir sajnen do!

Fun grinem palmenland bis wajtn land fun schnej,
mir kumen on mit undser pajn, mit undser wej,
un wu gefaln is a schpriz fun undser blut,
schprozn wet dort undser gwure, undser mut.

'Ss wet di morgensun bagildn unds dem hajnt,
un der nechtn wet farschwindn mitn fajnt.
Nor ojb farsamen wet die sun un der kajor,
wi a parol sol gajn doss lid fun dor tsu dor.

Doss lid geschribn is mit blut un nit mit blaj,
'ss is nit kejn lid fun a fojgl ojf der fraj;
ess hot a folk tswischn falndike went
doss lid gesungen mit naganess in di hent.

To sog nit kejnmol, as du gejsst dem leztn weg,
chotsch himlen blajene farschteln bloje teg, -
kumen wet noch undser ojssgebenkte scho,
'ss wet a pojk ton undser trot - mir zajnen do!

One of many pits at Ponary, where mass executions of Vilna's Jews and others took place.
photo courtesy of www.Noarfamily.net

"Never Say That There Is Only Death For You"

The song known as "The Partisan's Hymn" was written by Hirsch Glik in the Vilna ghetto, and was sung by Jewish partisans all over Europe. Its title has also been rendered as "Never Say That You Are Walking Your Last Road," the translation used in UNTIL OUR LAST BREATH.


Memorial marker at Ponary, commemorating thousands of Vilna's Jews who were among those murdered at this site by the Nazis. Though Vilna's Jews would have been marched to Ponary, others were delivered by train to the siding visible in the background.
photo courtesy of www.Noarfamily.net

Never say that there is only death for you
Though leaden skies may be concealing days of blue -
Because the hour that we have hungered for is near;
Beneath our tread the earth shall tremble: We are here!

From land of palm-tree to the far-off land of snow
We shall be coming with our torment and our woe,
And everywhere our blood has sunk into the earth
Shall our bravery, our vigor blossom forth!

We'll have the morning sun to set our day aglow,
And all our yesterdays shall vanish with the foe,
And if the time is long before the sun appears,
Then let this song go like a signal through the years.

This song was written with our blood and not with lead;
It's not a song that summer birds sing overhead.
It was a people, among toppling barricades,
That sang this song of ours with pistols and grenades.

So never say that there is only death for you.
Leaden skies may be concealing days of blue -
Yet the hour that we have hungered for is near;
Beneath our tread the earth shall tremble: We are here!







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