| Song | For Sasha |
| Artist | Joan Baez |
| Album | Honest Lullaby |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Baez | |
| Here by my window in Germany | |
| A morning bird flies close to me | |
| On his wing I see a yellow star | |
| The lights are on in the factory | |
| The frost is hung on the linden tree | |
| And I remember where we are | |
| And I remember the holocaust | |
| I remember all we lost | |
| The families torn and the borders crossed | |
| And I sing of it now for Sasha | |
| A young German officer lies in his bed | |
| Bandages from toe to head | |
| A prisoner of the camps draws nigh | |
| If you are Abel and I am Cain | |
| Forgive me from my bed of pain | |
| I know not why we die | |
| It was I who ordered the building burned | |
| The job was over and as I turned | |
| A father and his son | |
| Caught in the flames high above the ground | |
| From cradled arms the boy looked down | |
| One leap and their lives were done | |
| And I remember the holocaust | |
| I remember all we lost | |
| The children gone and the borders crossed | |
| And I sing of it now for Sasha | |
| You in frozen streets of Heidelberg | |
| Your youth unbearded takes form in words | |
| And the ghosts of the past are kind | |
| For this was your university | |
| The years were long but the spirits free | |
| And your river runs to the Rhine | |
| The smoke filled taverns that you once roamed | |
| With the discontented who'd stayed at home | |
| You must have whiskey or you'll die | |
| The beer garden under the old chateau | |
| Our faces now in the candle glow | |
| See the memories how they shine | |
| But you remember the holocaust | |
| You remember all we lost | |
| The families torn and the borders crossed | |
| And we'll sing of it now for Sasha |
| zuo ci : Baez | |
| Here by my window in Germany | |
| A morning bird flies close to me | |
| On his wing I see a yellow star | |
| The lights are on in the factory | |
| The frost is hung on the linden tree | |
| And I remember where we are | |
| And I remember the holocaust | |
| I remember all we lost | |
| The families torn and the borders crossed | |
| And I sing of it now for Sasha | |
| A young German officer lies in his bed | |
| Bandages from toe to head | |
| A prisoner of the camps draws nigh | |
| If you are Abel and I am Cain | |
| Forgive me from my bed of pain | |
| I know not why we die | |
| It was I who ordered the building burned | |
| The job was over and as I turned | |
| A father and his son | |
| Caught in the flames high above the ground | |
| From cradled arms the boy looked down | |
| One leap and their lives were done | |
| And I remember the holocaust | |
| I remember all we lost | |
| The children gone and the borders crossed | |
| And I sing of it now for Sasha | |
| You in frozen streets of Heidelberg | |
| Your youth unbearded takes form in words | |
| And the ghosts of the past are kind | |
| For this was your university | |
| The years were long but the spirits free | |
| And your river runs to the Rhine | |
| The smoke filled taverns that you once roamed | |
| With the discontented who' d stayed at home | |
| You must have whiskey or you' ll die | |
| The beer garden under the old chateau | |
| Our faces now in the candle glow | |
| See the memories how they shine | |
| But you remember the holocaust | |
| You remember all we lost | |
| The families torn and the borders crossed | |
| And we' ll sing of it now for Sasha |
| zuò cí : Baez | |
| Here by my window in Germany | |
| A morning bird flies close to me | |
| On his wing I see a yellow star | |
| The lights are on in the factory | |
| The frost is hung on the linden tree | |
| And I remember where we are | |
| And I remember the holocaust | |
| I remember all we lost | |
| The families torn and the borders crossed | |
| And I sing of it now for Sasha | |
| A young German officer lies in his bed | |
| Bandages from toe to head | |
| A prisoner of the camps draws nigh | |
| If you are Abel and I am Cain | |
| Forgive me from my bed of pain | |
| I know not why we die | |
| It was I who ordered the building burned | |
| The job was over and as I turned | |
| A father and his son | |
| Caught in the flames high above the ground | |
| From cradled arms the boy looked down | |
| One leap and their lives were done | |
| And I remember the holocaust | |
| I remember all we lost | |
| The children gone and the borders crossed | |
| And I sing of it now for Sasha | |
| You in frozen streets of Heidelberg | |
| Your youth unbearded takes form in words | |
| And the ghosts of the past are kind | |
| For this was your university | |
| The years were long but the spirits free | |
| And your river runs to the Rhine | |
| The smoke filled taverns that you once roamed | |
| With the discontented who' d stayed at home | |
| You must have whiskey or you' ll die | |
| The beer garden under the old chateau | |
| Our faces now in the candle glow | |
| See the memories how they shine | |
| But you remember the holocaust | |
| You remember all we lost | |
| The families torn and the borders crossed | |
| And we' ll sing of it now for Sasha |