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My Sister Haya / Binem heller
My sister Haya with the green eyes,
My sister Haya with the black braids.
In the house with crooked stairs on 2 Smocza Street
Is where Haya lived and raised me.
My mother would leave at dawn,
Rising early before the first light of day.
To go to the shop, to sell, to sit, to wait,
To earn a few wretched pennies.
And Haya would stay home
To watch over and feed her brothers.
And she was a protector and a poet,
Singing beautiful songs as night descended…
I had a sister with green eyes,
But Treblinka reduced her to ashes.
And I am in the Jewish state,
The very last one who ever knew her.
