To Work

To Work
by L. Berman

Spring life, wonderful,
Sun is shining what a joy!
Young strengths, fresh, new,
only work gives them to you.

The president calls you to work,
where a blessing for us lies:
to the hammer, to the spindle
to the needle to the plow…

Our Prezes dislikes the lazy
with faces bored and sour,
he loves a craftsman
He loves a Jew a peasant…

On the fields, long neglected
On the whole of ghetto land
you can sow you can plant
greens, potatoes, onions, radish…

L. Berman

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