Paneriai
Lyrics: Shmarke Katzarkinsky
Music: Alexander Tamir
Silence, silence, my son, be quiet!
Here graves are growing
Those who hate them planted here paths
All the paths will lead to Paneriai
On the path of no return
Father went and did not return
And with him the light.
Silence my son, my treasure
Do not cry with pain!
Because in any event we cried
The enemy will not understand
The sea also has borders and a beach
In jail also there is a fence and an end –
It is our humility that has no borders
It is without borders
It is the time of spring to come to your country
Here it is autumn
However a great light is scattered everywhere
And surrounding us it is night
The autumn will turn the tree tops yellow
The suffering will increase
The mother remains bereaved:
Her son is in Paneriai
Bound to Vilnius
And oppressed
Raging tearing the ice
Carried out to sea
To overthrow the darkness of our days
A great light will shine on us
Come horseman, arise
Your son is calling, your son is calling
Silence, silence into the storm, the springs of my heart
Until the walls fall
Dumbstruck with pain.
Please, my son, please do not laugh!
It is not the time for laughter now:
Sorrow has turned our spring
To a leaf in autumn
Please turn the wells:
Silence, my merciful son!
With freedom father will also return
Sleep, sleep, sleep
And alike the freed Vilnius
As a young tree wrapping itself around the tree top
It will still attain the light
When freedom comes
When freedom comes