Mir shteyen bay di vent 
Mit hertser mit farklemte 
Mit aropgelozte hent, 
Vi bay a veynendiker verbe. 
Es kukn oygn shtar
Un zinken ayn tif in der vatkeyt 
Un s'blaybt in zey der tzaar
Di eybikeyt...

Shver tsu zen di velt durkh enge moyern 
Di shayn hobn farshtelt
Di geto - toyern 
Farmakhst di oygn nor,
Dan zestu alts vi in a kholem 
S'dershaynt vi oyfn der vor
Di groyse velt

We're standing by the walls, 
With heartache, lost defenseless, 
With our hands that hang and fall
Just like the weeping willow branches.
Into the void eyes stare, 
Peering blindly through the denseness
Only pain is there —
The infinite.

Hard to view the world through crowded dwellings,
Tall gates of ghetto walls all light dispelling
Yet when you close your eyes,
Then everything appears like dreaming, 
And you almost surmise
The great wide world.

Ghetto!
In my memory you will never die
My dirge —
Is your heartful,
And your mournful song.
I see all your weeping,
Your sadness I see,
and I hear your pleas,
What will be, what will be?
Within the ghetto alleys there's no room, 
Sadness the heart sustains,
Although I know the hurt —
The love always remains...
Ghetto!
In my memory you will never die!