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| THE FUGITIVE | THE FUGITIVE |
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| Janos Ber from the North | Yannos Ber who comes from the North |
| can’t stand the barbed wire. | Cannot stand the barbed wire. |
| He takes heart, takes wing | He takes heart he takes wing, |
| runs through the villages of the valley. | He runs through the villages of the valley. |
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| Ma’am, give me a piece of bread | Good lady, give me a piece of bread. |
| and clothes to change into | Give me some clothes to change. |
| I have a long way to go | l have to go on a long journey. |
| and lakes to fly across. | And over lakes to fly. |
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| Wherever he goes or stops | Wherever he goes, wherever he stops |
| fear and terror strike | Terror and fear beat their wings, |
| and a cry, a terrible cry: | And a terrible voice is heard. |
| Hide from the fugitive! | "Hide from the fugitive." |
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| Christians, I’m no murderer, | Christians, I am no murderer. |
| no beast come to eat you. | No wild animal to eat you |
| I left the prison | I have escaped from prison |
| to go back to my home. | To go back to my home. |
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| Ah, what deathly loneliness | Ah! What solitude of death |
| in this land of Bertolt Brecht! | In this country of Bertolt Brecht! |
| They hand Janos over to the S.S. | Yannos is handed over to the SS |
| They’re taking him, now, to be killed. | They take him now for execution. |
