Every mother raises her son with milk and butter

A mother raises her son with milk and butter, ; She watches in tears as her son is drafted into the army, ; Three doctors visit him, the fourth writes, ; Don't cry, dear little angel, I won't be a soldier. ; ; A swallow has landed on the barracks of Terezín, ; Under its wing, under its wing is a piece of paper. ; It also says, you are recruits, ; Only God knows when I will be released. ; ; A stork has landed on the barracks of Terezín, ; It brought water in its beak, for the recruits. ; Tell me, you recruits, because you are dusty, ; Only God knows when you will be released.