This World is Yours

Barukh Ate' zingt der ta-te Un er tzindt di licht Un di shtraln milde faln Oyf sayn blas ge zicht Un a fayer heylik tayer In di oygn laycht Un der mider mit di glider Hot zich oysgeglaycht Baruch Ate, my father sings Worn and tired, his faith to which he clings Hands that tremor with trials of his life He strikes a match to burn away his strife He rises, proudly, kindling the light One by one, eight candles shimmer bright A fire that's burning, reflects in his eyes That burns with hope, determined to survive Un es dacht zich, un es tracht zich S'iz noch e-pes do S'iz geblibn voz tzu libn Heylik iz di sho And it's here now, and it's yours now, and this world is yours Fight for justice, love so bloodless, from this hour more And it's here now, and it's yours now, and this world is yours Fight for justice, love so bloodless, from this hour more Fight for justice, love so bloodless, from this hour more