I was twenty-five in Berlin, '38, I had just bought a little store...and the war was close,
And I met her: Rebekah, with her wonderful smile,
And I was in love, and she was in love; the future was ours,
We married soon, and Joseph and Sarah came, and we loved them so,
Our dream came true.
Clouds gathered dark; I couldn't understand it,
I simply didn't see it - I should have, but I didn't.
Under the star, my heart beats there, but it was just...it was just...only because of the star.
Next year...next year in Jerusalem,
Next year...next year in Jerusalem.
And late one night, I woke up from the noise in the street,
People were shouting, people were running in the stairs,
They knocked on the door, and then they came rushing in with guns and no compassion,
They said, "You have to come, one suitcase and that's all - you must go now,"
We ran down the stairs; Joseph wasn't fast enough,
They kicked him and he fell...and he was only three,
I picked him up, took him in my arms,
They took us to the train, they packed us like cattle
Rebekah squeezed my hand, she said, "We must stay together, no matter what happens."
How can I describe? - 'cause when we arrived, they took Rebekah and the children aside, and we all cried,
She looked at me - I'll never forget her eyes,
She said...she said, "I'll take of the kids, I'll take care of the children"...and then they were gone, gone.
Next year...next year in Jerusalem,
Next year...next year in Jerusalem.
We must not forget, we can never forget,
Because...just of the star,
We must not forget,
We must not forget,
It did really happen,
Must not forget,
Next year in Jerusalem.
