A Sheyner Tog, a Frilings Tog
A sheyner tog, a frilings tog,
Vakht oyf in mayn zikorn,
A sheyner tog, a goldener,
Fun mayne kinder-yorn.
lkh shtif in undzer gertele,
Di vaynshl-beymer blien,
Es flamen mayne bekelekh,
Di eygelekh, zay glien.
Es zogt mir on di mameshi,
Ikh zol zikh nisht fargesn,
Vi nor di zun vet untergeyn,
Dan zol ikh kumen esn.
Der tate hert zikh ayn un kvelt
Un git derbay a shmeykhl,
Un zogt mir on: Leman-hashem
Farkrikh nisht vayt tsum taykhl! | A beautiful day, a spring day
A beautiful day, a spring day
Awakens in my memories,
A beautiful day, a golden one,
Full of my childhood years.
I play in our little garden,
The cherry trees are in bloom,
My cheeks are flaming red,
My eyes are shining.
My mother tells me
I shouldn't forget that
When the sun sets,
I should come in and eat.
My father listens and feels proud
And gives a smile,
And says to me: - For heaven’s sake,
Don't climb too far towards the river! |
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