@RogerBenham 's request - the first verse is very telling given the current dreadful result of the pandemic in America and the inadequacy of the fascist Trump government to contain it and its effects.

"Bialystok majn hejm"
music by E. Hirszin, words by I. Perłow
realization: Armand Urbaniak; www.armandurbaniak.pl
cameras: Armand Urbaniak and Mariusz Gala
editing: Armand Urbaniak and Sławomir Niedochodowicz
production management: K. Cicha

vocal, accordion, sampler - Karolina Cicha
electric cello - Bart Pałyga
lute oud - Mateusz Szemraj
the voice at the beginning - Ewa Wroczyńska
mix, master - Mario & Smoku - Studio AS ONE

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MY HOME - BIAŁYSTOK
translated by Ewa Wroczyńska

I have unwavering hope
See the city where I was born
See my home, my beloved home.
Wood, brick and clay.
As soon as I close my eyes
I see gallows in your streets
Ruins, dung. The fascist has ravaged you
My beloved hometown, oh, oh, oh

Chorus:
Białystok, I remember every street and every house.
Białystok, I miss you like a child misses its mother,
Białystok, you are my most beautiful dream,
Białystok, now all my songs are about you.
What do I want the most?
I'd like to wipe away my mother's hot tear
This is my desire.
I'd like to go back to her, I swear.
Białystok, you are my most beautiful dream,
Białystok, now all my songs are about you, my home.

I can see my mother's pale face
Through the window from the street,
She is waiting for my consolation
She waits and knows
That she would be redeemed.
I can see the most beautiful day coming
With a new roof, door and window.
You will be liberated, you will be renewed
And you will be accompanied by tears of joy.