Berlin 38 Next Year In Jerusalem
I was twenty-five in Berlin '38
I had just bought a little store, and the war was close
Then I met her, Rebekah with her wonderful smile
And I was in love, and she was in love - the future was ours
We married soon, and Joseph and Sarah came
We loved them so, our dream came true

Clouds gathered dark, I couldn't understand it
I simply didn't see it, I should have, but I didn't

Under the star, my heart beats there - it was just because of the star
Next year in Jerusalem, next year in Jerusalem

And late one night, I woke up from the noise in the street
People were shouting, people were running in the stairs
They knocked on the door, and then they came rushing in
With guns and no compassion, they said;
'You have to come, one suitcase that's all, you must go now'

We ran down the stairs
Joseph wasn't fast enough, they kicked him and he fell, and he was only three
I picked him up, and took him in my arms
They took us to the train, they packed us like cattle
Rebekah squeezed my hand, she said;
'We must stay together no matter what happens'
How can I describe?
Cause when we arrived, they took Rebekah and the children aside, and we all cried
She looked at me, I'll never forget her eyes, she said; 'I'll take care of the children'
And then they were gone, gone....

Next year in Jerusalem, next year in Jerusalem

We must not forget, we can Never forget
Because of the star, we must not forget