Not a word, not a breath
Disobedience means death
All we're running, old and young,
All around our massive vault
Children of the revolution,
Children of an "unpure" race
We were dancing in the rain,
While the hierarchs were saying...
Dance! Kids, kids, skeleton!
Dance! Kids, kids, skeleton!
Dance! Kids, kids, skeleton!
Dance! Kids of the Birkenau!
The thick grey smoke is carrying
A thousand souls away
We were white, dressed with night
Dying starving, dying fine
We were numbers, we were shades
Dead for nothing, dead invane
Dance! Kids, kids, skeleton!
Dance! Kids, kids, skeleton!
Dance! Kids, kids, skeleton!
Dance! Kids of the Birkenau!
Achtung!
Achtung!
Achtung!
Achtung!
Now!
We're all marked with perversion
We're all victims of shame
There's no reason, there's no aim
Blood, just blood
Is what remains
What remains?
What remains?
Dance! Kids, kids, skeleton!
Dance! Kids, kids, skeleton!