El Judío Y El Nazi

1939, Blood has splattered someone on the walls
The sun is rising, my heart is raining
If mom isn't sleeping, then she doesn't move
1939, I'm freezing on the street waiting to be taken
Everyone has left and I don't know what's happening
Why do the ones I love leave when I want them to stay

Fran is 14 but lives in the terror of Warsaw
He's overwhelmed by being the phobia of the crowd
For wearing a distinctive adjective
Of the inferior whose mistake was being born a Jew
Mentally he doesn't feel capable
Since they treat him like a rag
And on his plate, only bread crumbs
Here you're either German
Or the Gestapo kills you
The thorn isn't just on his ankle
His yellow backpack has no shine
The child's fear taught him quickly
When there's only small change left
It's better to carry a knife
He had a girlfriend who left one morning
Because the German mother always forbade them to see each other
For the SS, the child is just scum
He knows it and doesn't hate them because hating is resembling
A Nazi soldier threw rocks to laugh like that
He split his mouth for no reason
Growing more and also insecure
But dreams of a future without the harsh walls of Berlin
Yes, he blanks his mind
Thinking of his mother, his heart skips a beat
Rightly remembers afternoons walking in the countryside
And now the only one he steps on is the concentration camp

What will happen, mom isn't here, the loneliness
Is scary
Nearby, a general, German Nazi
Is firing
There's nothing else, I want to fight, and escape
From this

He knows that with luck
They won't catch him
He tightens his backpack
And starts to run

But what if the same child were German, huh?
If he had been born under the light of a rich and well-off family
Surely under the classist and infamous gaze of society
He would have been well seen, right?
This is the same story
The same person
But different circumstances

1939, Listening to the speech of the leader and it moves me inside
He is our leader and the one who raises the mob
And whoever doesn't follow him is a worm in the snow
1939, I'm wearing a Nazi flag and the cross stands out
There's a challenge to solve soon
Let the Jews die or someone take them away

Fran is 14 and lives like a lord in Warsaw
He's bothered by seeing so many Jews alive
At home, they instilled that the dead are better off
It may sound terrifying
But everything is relative
He has a big room and an office
Because they already treat him like a man
And at home, they teach him to shoot
He wants to be a soldier
Like his drunk father
Matches are not for cigarettes
So he humiliates the naive kids
He met a Jew and he was his nightmare
He stabbed him with a knife
And got his knuckles dirty
He had a girlfriend who left one morning
Because the German mother always forbade them to see each other
He found out she was Jewish and it wasn't a pleasant surprise
With rats like her, it's best not to get distracted
He doesn't know how easy it is to grow up in a hostile place
When it's not bullets coming at you
A Nazi soldier can't throw rocks at you
And split your mouth
Because that story doesn't belong here
Yes, he blanks his mind
Thinking of his mother, there's no sensation
He doesn't remember afternoons walking in the countryside
Because the only thing he steps on is the floor of his living room

You'll enlist, conquer, shoot
At the people
And kill, and leave, lives and more
On the ground
The tears that will come out won't burn
Your ice

What could have been, he'll never know
It's the story of a parallel Jew and Nazi