History of Sorts

Below are the translated lyrics of a Dutch song by the Jazzpolitie, they released it in 1993. The song is about the rice if extreme politics and the rise of anti Semitism. Considering what happened in Amsterdam yesterday, lessons have not been learned,

And then she wakes up
From mother’s last kiss
The one she could still give her
On a Polish platform

And then she wakes up
And hears the same language
That seemed gone for a moment
Back again in the news

They are back and haven’t been called back
The same kind, the same flag, the same song
They are back and haven’t been called back
The same stone, yet stumbled on again

And then she wakes up
From the kick in her face
From father’s cold hands
And the cage where she lies

So often, she wakes up
And is called a swine
Sometimes dreams come true
Too true to be beautiful

They are back and haven’t been called back
The same kind, the same flag, the same song
They are back and haven’t been called back
The same stone, yet stumbled on again

They are back and haven’t been called back
The same kind, the same flag, the same song
They are back and haven’t been called back
The same stone, yet stumbled on again