Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh - Still lyrics

Across the country's plains sealed boxcars are carrying names; how long will they travel, how far will they ever leave the boxcar-- don't ask, I can't say, I don't know. The name Nathan beats the wall with his fist, the name Isaac sings a mad hymm, the name Aaron is dying of thirst, the name Sarah begs water for him. Don't jump from the boxcar, name David. In these lands you're a name to avoid, you're bound for defeat, you're a sign pointing out those who must be destroyed. At least give your son a Slavic name; he'll need it. Here people count hairs and examine the shape of your eyelids to tell right from wrong, "ours" from "theirs." Don't jump yet. Your son's name will be Lech. Don't jump yet. The time's still not right. Don't jump yet. The clattering wheels are mocked by the echo of night. Clouds of people pa**ed over this plain. Vast clouds, but they held little rain-- just one tear, that's a fact, just one tear. A dark forest. The tracks disappear. That's a fact. The rail and the wheels That's a fact. A forest, no fields. That's a fact. And their silence once more. That's a fact, drums on my silent door.