Len, if you're talking about the song by Hirsh Glik, "Partizaner Lid", here are the words: Shtil, di nacht iz oysgeshternt Un der frost hot shtark gebrent Tsi gedenkstu vi ich hob dich gelernt Haltn a shpayer in di hent? A moyd, a peltsl un a beret Un halt in hant fest a nagan A moyd mit a sametenem ponim Hit op dem soyne's karavan Getsilt, geshosn un getrofn! Hot ir kleyninker pistoyl An oto, a fulinkn mit vofn Farhaltn hot zi mit eyn koyl Fartog, fun vald aroysgekrochn Mit shney girlandn oyf di hor Gemutikt fun kleyninkn nitsochn Far undzer nayem, frayen dor Here is a singable translation by Ruth Rubin. (I'm not able to translate it myself.) Silence, and a starry night Frost crackling, fine as sand Remember how I taught you To hold a gun in your hand? In fur jacket and beret Clutching a hand grenade A girl whose skin is velvet Ambushes a cavalcade Aim, fire, shoot--and hit! She, with he pistol small Halts an autoful Arms and all Morning, emerging from the wood In her hair a snow carnation Proud of her small victory For the new, free generation According to Rubin, the song was written to commemorate the partisans of the Vilna ghetto, led by Itzik Matzkevitsh and Vitke Kempner, who in 1942 blew up a German ammunition column on the outskirts of the city. Aloha, Mark
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