Our Dear Moses from Hind | Murzban Jal

Did you know?
Yes, did you know
That our Moses was from Hind?
Yes, from Hind
Our dear Moses?

He walked out
One night
Leaving his dinner behind
Yes, all of a sudden
Walked out
Without reason
Leaving us all behind
Left us for a distant and alien land.

And then
They came marching
With fire in their eyes
Yes, yes
Fire in their eyes
Dresses in black
With the crooked cross stuck on their sleeves
Shouting Sieg Heil, Sieg Heil!

They shouted out
Looking out for Moses
Our dear Moses from Hind
And we
With great fright ran away
Fearful of those dressed in black
With fire in their eyes
Shouting, Sieg Heil, Sieg Heil!

Yes, yes
We ran away
From the crazed people
With fiery eyes
And the crooked cross stuck on their sleeves
Shouting Sieg Heil, Sieg Heil!

We ran and ran and ran
And ran
Far, far away
And then we bumped into our dear Moses
Yes, yes bumped into our dear Moses
Our dear Moses from Hind
And we hugged him
How happy we were!

But when we were hugging him
We saw
Fire in his eyes
And he was dressed in black
With the crooked cross stuck on his sleeves
Shouting Sieg Heil, Sieg Heil!

Yes, yes
Our dear Moses
Our dear Moses from Hind
With fire in his eyes
Dressed in black
With the crooked cross stuck on his sleeves
Shouting Sieg Heil, Sieg Heil!

— Murzban Jal