Would you have hidden me in your attic?   That's the question I'd like to know   Would you have climbed up to serve me dinner?   Well, I hope so      When the jack booted man wore those great uniforms   Would you have wanted the blackest?   Would you have hidden me in your attic?      And if, let's say, in some café we saw the tanks roll by   Would you take my hand and lead me across the border line?   Would you have hidden me in your attic?      If the neighbors accuse me of casting spells   And bowing down to the gods in hell   You would leave me there alone   Or would you cast the very first stone?      You'd be there to ease my pain   Or pack me on that awful train      Would you have hidden me in your attic?   That's the question I've never known   Would you have climbed to serve me dinner?   Well, I hope so