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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
They took the names from the road
They took the fire from the wheels
They took the mothers by the hand
And left the cold behind the fields
Ash on a child’s small shoe
Smoke in the camp gate dawn
The horses stood in silence
When every bright song was gone
[Pre-Chorus]
But we remember
We remember, we remember
Every face in the wire
Every voice they tried to bury
[Chorus]
Porajmos, po-rye-muss
We will not forget
Porajmos, po-rye-muss
Your names are not lost yet
(We will not forget)
In the mud and the smoke
Your light still stays
[Verse 2]
The winter held the fence posts
The dogs kept watch for fear
A lullaby in the barracks
Still trembles in our ear
A scarf, a spoon, a wedding ring
A tune too proud to die
Even through the ash and orders
Your memory will rise
[Pre-Chorus]
But we remember
We remember, we remember
Every wheel on the road
Every star they tried to crush
[Chorus]
Porajmos, po-rye-muss
We will not forget
Porajmos, po-rye-muss
Your names are not lost yet
(We will not forget)
In the mud and the smoke
Your light still stays
[Bridge]
Let the violin cry
Let it cut through the years
For the children, for the elders
For the vanished and the dear
No grave can hold the asking
No silence can erase
What was stolen in the camps
Still lives in our embrace
[Final Chorus]
Porajmos, po-rye-muss
We will not forget
Porajmos, po-rye-muss
Your names are not lost yet
(We will not forget)
From the ash to the sky
We say your names tonight
Porajmos, po-rye-muss
We will not forget
(We will not forget)
Porajmos, po-rye-muss
Never again, never forget
Details
GeneratedAug 20, 2026
Duration4:49
LanguageEnglish
Style
Orchestral remembrance ballad with slow 6/8 pulse, mournful violin lead, low piano and suspended strings; verse stays sparse and intimate, pre-chorus lifts with trembling harmony, chorus opens into solemn legato lines and wordless ooohs. Lead vocal is close-mic and cracked, with doubled chorus entries, delayed last-word echoes, and a solo violin answering each phrase. Airy bow noise, distant low drum thuds, and a final string swell give it a wide, grieving mix., violin
Credits
Prompt byKherandKin
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A woeful powerful remembrance song to remember the Romani that were murdered in the concentration camps in ww2. It’s called Porajmos pronounced po-rye-muss. We need to not forget about them. Violin.
