And from that day
Some thousands back
Until this very day
We hear the cries
Eternally
It is the price we pay
The cries of fathers way back then
Who told their kin goodbye
The desert dust
Would be their home
Forever they would lie
The cries of Babylonians
Whose shrieks would pierce the night
The cries of Beitar’s murdered young
Who suffered dire plight
The whoops of Roman legionaries
Who set our House aflame
The cries of the chained
Sons of kings
Paraded now in shame
The neighs of horses raising legs
Crusaders old and young
The cries, “You killed our savior”
The god they claim we hung
The cackle of the flames
That rose from the ill-famed
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The cry of Shema
Upon the lips
Of all who passed that way
The cry of Cossacks
Though the years
Across the eastern plains
Our cries in turn
Of captive men
Led away in chains
The cries that came from showers
Laced with Zyklon B
Of Shema and Ani Maamin
That cry eternally
And now the cries of sirens
Of rockets in the air
Of news of bochurim kidnapped
The cry of endless fear
When will the cry of our folk
Turn silent not from fright
When cries of joy
Displace the wails
Of that old fateful night
And then in unison
We’ll shout
A cry to pierce the sky
Across the world
They’ll hear us sing
In knowing every “why”
A cry we sing in unison
Once again as one
A cry of joy this timea
Moshiach as our lead
Will cry
On to Yerushalayim
