80 Years Since the First Train from Hungary Arrived in Auschwitz
Iyar 5704 (May 1944)
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Lyrics to the poem “A Small Boy on the Train” (originally written in Yiddish as “A Klein Yingle Oif Der Ban”), written in the last few days of a 12-year-old cheder boy’s life. In it, he tried to describe the feelings of a boy his age standing dazed and scared at the train station in Auschwitz.
A Small Boy on the Train – By: Yitzchak Isaac
On the long train, I, a small boy
Am travelling to Hungary, to my homeland
My mother and father are waiting at home
They are lovingly waiting for my brother and me
I look outside, the world is green and pretty
The sun is shining, the birds are singing
My heart is full of joy, with longing
To see my family, to sit with them
The train stops at a large station
Many people are screaming, pushing
I look for my mother and my father
But I do not see them, my heart is shaking
I look around, oy, I am so scared
The wind is cold, the sky is dark
Men wearing all black
Evil faces, empty eyes
Fear grips me, I want to cry
I want to go home, to my father and my mother
But nobody comes to protect
I am alone, in a strange and harsh world
Eighty years have passed, the memory lives on,
The little boy on the train, a story of poignant sorrow and longing
I will remember forever
And I will not forget the victims of the Holocaust
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