Auschwitz

When I was a little girl
I had lots of toys
I had teddy bears, stuffed animals,
I had board games and dolls.
But I had one special toy,
It was a see-through bubble
(I don't know the name of these)
Whenever I took that bubble and
I put it upside-down,
Beautiful snow would fall,
make the world that was inside,
all white and perfect.
And inside that bubble, there was
a small fence with a little gate
that behind it there were small houses
And on that little gate there was a small sign,
Talking of the concept of connection between work and liberation,
(I couldn't understand it cause I was a little girl, it was something for grown-ups, I guess...).

In those houses lived the tiniest people,
It was hard to see and there was a strange thing about them:
These people were dying
Every morning when I took that bubble
to play with there were dead people inside
And it was hard to see but I looked good and i could tell, those people were not dressed properly for an eternal snow...
It was stupid of them, cause if you're coming to this place
Where snow's falling all the time, you should take a coat.

I've got toy, I've got magic bubbles
There was snow, it was a snowy bubble
Snowing all the time
Magic all around
But there are people, dying, everywhere
And nobody cares.

(I had another toy, it was a train, but that's a different story)