Subject: Lyr Req: Yankele From: Joe Offer Date: 09 Aug 21 - 06:55 PM Elizabeth Block sang a beautiful lullabye titled "Yankele." I hope she will post the lyrics. Martha Schlamme also sang it. |
Subject: ADD: Yankele From: Joe Offer Date: 09 Aug 21 - 07:08 PM from Elizabeth: YANKELE (by Mordecai Gebirtig, English translation by Elizabeth Block) Go to sleep, my Yankele, my baby, Hush your crying, close your little eyes. A big boy who has all his teeth already, Should mama need to sing him lullabies? A big boy who has all his teeth already, Who'll be going off to school by and by, Studying the Torah and Gemarah, When his mama rocks him, should he cry? A big boy who'll be studying the Torah, An honour student, diligent and bright, Who'll fill his daddy's heart with pride and pleasure, Should he keep his mama up all night? A big boy who will be an honour student, A scholar and a merchant also, yet, A bridegroom who will make some nice girl happy, Should this boy be lying here all wet? Go to sleep, my merchant, scholar, bridegroom, The years you'll be a baby are so few. So many mama's tears, such time and trouble 'Twill cost to make a mensch out of you! |
Subject: ADD: Yankele (Mordecai Gebirtig) From: Joe Offer Date: 09 Aug 21 - 07:41 PM YANKELE (Mordecai Gebirtig) Shlofzhe mir shoyn, Yankele, mayn sheyner, Di Eygelekh, di shvartsinke makh tsu, A yingele vos hot shoyn ale tseyndelekh, Muz nokh di mame zingen ay-lyu-lyu? A yingele, vos hot shoyn ale tseyndelekh, Un vert mit mazl bald in kheyder geyn, Un lernen vet er khumesh un gemoro, Un veynen ven di mame vigt im ayn? A yingele, vos lernen vet gemoro, Ot shteyt der tate, kvelt un hert zikh tsu, A yingele vos vakst talmid khokhem Lozt gantse nekht der mamen nisht tsuru? A yingele, vos vakst a talmid khokhem, Un a geniter sokher oykh tsuglaykh, A yingele, a kluger khosen bokhur, Zol lign azoy nas vi in a taykh‘? Nu shlof-zhe mir, mayn kluger khosen bokhur, Dervayl ligstu in vigele bai mir. S'vet kostn nokh fil mi un mames trern Bizvanen s'vet a mentsh aroys fun dir. From The Mordechai Gibirtig Songbook, edited and arranged by Velvel Pasternak (Tara Publications, 1998, pp 14-15) "Yankele" · Esther Bluwol · Raphaele Lannadere: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mtSKcniBoj4 |
Subject: ADD: Der Zinger Fun Noyt (Mordecai Gebirtig) From: GUEST,Elizabeth Block (by email) Date: 10 Aug 21 - 07:26 PM DER ZINGER VUN NOYT (Mordecai Gebirtig) Oy oremer narisher zinger, Bist noch ir dain fach nit genit, Du krichst nor in gvirishe hoifn, Tsi hot dort an opklang dain lid? Un vilst oif dain zingen mevinim, Un gelt oich fardinen darbai? Gei zuch zei in oreme heiflech, Dort sing daine lidlech far zei. Un zing zei dos lidl fun elent, Di troirike lidl fun noit, Fun finstere koitike shtiblech, Vu s'huliet der malech fun toit. Yo, zing zei di troirike lidlech, Zei zainen geshafn far zei, Dain lidele vet dort bagleitn A hilchiker yomer geshrei Poor foolish, misguided musician, Don't you know where to sing and to play? You hang round the rich people's houses, To them you have nothing to say. It's true, there the critics will hear you, And money they'll pay for your song, But leave them, and go to the poor folk, To them does your music belong. And sing them your songs of their sorrows, You'll find your true audience here, In the courtyards of dusty dark houses, Where the angel of death hovers near. For poor folk your songs were created, Songs of trouble, of need so sore, Songs that transform into music The heartbroken cries of the poor. Mordecai Gebirtig English version by Elizabeth Block (Note: mevinim is the plural of maven = critic, expert) |
Subject: ADD: Yankele (Mordecai Gebirtig) From: Monique Date: 10 Aug 21 - 07:27 PM "Yankele" Lyrics borrowed from this site (interesting site btw) יאַנקעלע ,שלאָף זשע מיר שוין, יאַנקעלע, מייַן שיינער די אייגעלעך, די שוואַרצינקע מאַך צ,ו אַ ייִנגעלע, וואָס האָט שוין אַלע ציינדלעך ?מוז נאָך די מאַמע זינגען אייַ־ליו־ליו ,אַ ייִנגעלע, וואָס האָט שוין אַלע ציינדלעך און וועט מיט מזל באַלד אין חדר גיין, און לערנען וועט ער חומש און גמרא, ?זאָל וויינען ווען די מאַמע וויגט אים אייַן אַ ייִנגעלע, וואָס לערנען וועט גמרא, אָט שטייט דער טאַטע, קוועלט און הערט זיך צו, אַ ייִנגעלע, וואָס וואַקסט אַ תּלמיד־חכם, לאָזט גאַנצע נעכט דער מאַמען נישט צורו? אַ ייִנגעלע, וואָס וואַקסט אַ תּלמיד־חכם, און אַ געניטער סוחר אויך צוגלייַך, אַ ייִנגעלע, אַ קלוגער חתן־בחור זאָל ליגן אַזוי נאַס ווי אין אַ טייַך? נו, שלאָף זשע מיר, מייַן קלוגער חתן־בחור, דערווייַל ליגסטו אין וויגעלע בייַ מיר. ס׳וועט קאָסטן נאָך פֿיל מי און מאַמעס טרערן .ביזוואַנען ס׳וועט אַ מענטש אַרויס פֿון דיר |
Subject: RE: ADD: Songs of Mordecai Gebirtig (1877-1942) From: Monique Date: 10 Aug 21 - 08:20 PM The lyrics above are the ones of "Yankele" Now here is a longer version of "Der Zinger Vun Noyt" that I found on page 48 of this MS Word document. דער זינגער פֿון נױט ,אױ, אָרעמער נאַרישער זינגער ,ביסט נאָך אין דײַן פֿאַך נישט געניט ,דו קריכסט נאָר אין גבֿירישע הױפֿן ?צי האָט דאָרט אַן אָפּקלאַנג דײַן ליד ,די רײַכע, די זאַטע מאַגנאַטן ,זײ רירט נישט דײַן טרױעריק געמיט ,פֿון זײ דאָרט באַקומסטו קײן גראָשן .צו זײ דאָרט דערגרײכט נישט דײַן ליד און װילסט אױף דײַן זינגען מבֿינים ?און געלט אױך פֿאַרדינען דערבײַ ,גײ, זוך זײ אין אָרעמע הײפֿלעך .דאָרט זינג דײַנע לידלעך פֿאַר זײ ,און זינג זײ דאָס לידל פֿון עלנט ,דאָס טרױעריקע לידל פֿון נױט ,פֿון פֿינצטערע קױטיקע שטיבלעך .װוּ ס׳הוליעט דער מלאך פֿון טױט ,פֿון בלאַסע פֿאַרקריפּלטע קינדער ,פֿון טרוקענע ברוסטן גענערט ,װאָס װעקן נאָך אײדער זײ בליען .נאָך אײדער דער טױט זײ פֿאַרצערט ,יאָ, זינג זײ די טרױעריקע לידלעך ,זײ זענען געשאַפֿן פֿאַר זײ דײַן לידעלע װעט דאָרט באַגלײטן .אַ הילכיקער יאָמער-געשרײ Now could anyone post the full lyrics in Latin alphabet and a translation of the song? |
Subject: ADD: Noch a Glezele Tey (Mordecai Gebirtig) From: Felipa Date: 10 Aug 21 - 08:51 PM a song posted elsewhere in Mudcat by Joe Fineman : "In the Yiddish song "NOCH A GLEZELE TEY" (Another Little Cup of Tea) by M. Gebirtig, the husband & pregnant wife are arguing over whose side of the family to name the baby after. After a good deal of sarcasm & indignation, the wife says, there's no point in arguing -- I'm going to name him after my grandfather. The husband says, right, there's no point in arguing -- maybe it will be twins (both girls)." https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=11898#3873527 Subject: Lyr Add: NOCH A GLEZELE TEY (Yiddish) From: Joe_F - PM Date: 24 Aug 17 - 10:01 PM Here are a couple of related threads: Lyr Req: Conversation songs between man and woman Humorous male/female duets -- in both of which I mention "Noch a glezele tey" (Another little cup of tea), a Yiddish conversation-song that I never got around to posting. It's about time: NOCH A GLEZELE TEY Words & music by M. Gebirtig Berele mayn libinker, ch'ob tus dir a bakoshe. -- Perele mayn libinke, vos iz day bakoshe? -- Ven mit mazl ich vel hobn a yingele in freydn, Vil ich undzer kind zol heysn noch may frumen zeydn. -- Farvos epis noch dayn zeydn? Ch'ob doch oych a deye. Host doch ersht gehat a meydl noch dayn bobe leye. Berele, mayn manele, ch'vil dich epes dermonen. -- Perele, mayn vaybele, vos vilstu mich dermonen? -- Du fargest, az undzer leybke heyst shoyn noch dayn zeydn, Farvos kloybstu zich di yungen, varfst mir tsu di meydn? -- Un du fargest az noch dayn tatn heyst doch undzer nochem, Er iz derfar in im gerotn -- nisht kayn groyser chochem. Berele, mayn tayerer, ch'vil dir epes zogn. -- Perele, mayn tayere, vos vilstu mir zogn? -- Vos-zhe darf men itst zich krign, lomir nor delebn, Vel ich davke noch mayn zeydn s'kind a nomen gebn. -- Vos-zhe take itst zich grign, un umzist tsu reydn, Efsher vet gor zayn a tsviling -- s'ken gor zayn tsvey meydn. Translation: Berele, my dear, I've a favor to ask of you. -- Perele, my darling, what is it you want? With God's will, when I give birth to a little boy, I'd like to name him after my pious grandfather. -- After your grandfather? It seems to me That we just named one of our girls after your grandmother Leah. Berele, dear husband, let me remind you now -- Perele, dear wife, what do you wish to remind me of? You forgot that our son Leybke bears _your_ grandfather's name. Why do you pick all the boys and leave the girls for me? -- But you forget that our Nochem was named after _your_ father. Perhaps that's why he's not so smart, since he takes after him. Berele, my dear one, I want to tell you something. -- Perele, my darling, what do you want to say? -- Why must we quarrel now? We might as well wait, Since I intend to name the child after my grandfather anyway. -- True, there's no point in arguing so much ahead of time. Perhaps it will be twins at that, and both of them girls. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Hulyet, Hulyet, Kinderlekh another Mudcat discussion, in which Joe Offer posted lyrics of a Gebirtig song, and also biographical information --------------------------------------- https://www.milkenarchive.org/music/volumes/view/legend-of-toil-and-celebration/work/dos-lidl-fun-dem-goldenem-land/ Noch a Glezele Tey - Another Little Cup of Tea - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pjdJCl0wKHc |
Subject: RE: ADD: Songs of Mordecai Gebirtig (1877-1942) From: Monique Date: 11 Aug 21 - 02:29 AM "Noch a glezele tey" lyrics in Yiddish alphabet
נאָך אַ גלעזעלע טײ (דועט - Duo) ,בערעלע, מײַן ליבינקער ,כ׳האָב צו דיר אַ בקשה ,פּערעלע, מײַן ליבינקע – ?װאָס איז דײַן בקשה װען מיט מזל איך װעל האָבן– ,אַ ייׅנגעלע אין פֿרײדן װיל איך אונדזער קינד זאָל הײסן .נאָך מײַן פֿרומען זײדן ?פֿאַרװאָס עפּעס נאָך דײַן זײדן ,כ׳האָב דאָך אױך אַ דעה– האָסט דאָך ערשט געהאַט אַ מײדל .נאָך דײַן באָבע לאה ,בערעלע, מײַן מאַנעלע– כ׳װיל דיך עפּעס דערמאַנען– ,פּערעלע, מײַן װײַבעלע– ?װאָס װילסטו מיך דערמאַנען דו פֿאַרגעסט, אַז אונדזער לײבקע – ,הײסט שױן נאָך דײַן זײדן ,פֿאַרװאָס קלױבסטו זיך די יונגען ?װאַרפֿסט מיר צו די מײדן און דו פֿאַרגעסט, אַז נאָך דײַן טאַטן– ,הײסט דאָך אונדזער נחום ער איז דערפֿאַר אין אים געראָטן– נישט קײן גרױער חכם ,בערעלע, מײַן טײַערער– כ׳װיל דיר עפּעס זאָגן – ,פּערעלע, מײַן טײַערע– ?װאָס װילסטו מיר זאָגן װאָס-זשע דאַרף מען איצט זיך קריגן,– ,לאָמיר נאָר דערלעבן װעל איך דװקא נאָך מײַן זײדן .ס׳קינד אַ נאָמען געבן װאָס-זשע טאַקע איצט זיך קריגן– ,און אומזיסט צו רײדן אפֿשר װעט גאָר זײַן אַ צװילינג– .ס׳קען גאָר זײַן צװײ מײדן |
Subject: RE: ADD: Songs of Mordecai Gebirtig (1877-1942) From: Joe Offer Date: 11 Aug 21 - 05:12 PM I've added YouTube links to most of these wonderful songs, but I couldn't find one for "DER ZINGER VUN NOYT." Can anyone help? Post a link in this thread, and I'll add it to the lyrics post - and delete your post and mine. -Joe- |
Subject: RE: ADD: Songs of Mordecai Gebirtig (1877-1942) From: Felipa Date: 11 Aug 21 - 06:51 PM Daniel Kahn, Der Zinger Fun Noyt https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OdP8_fO8Iv4 There is also a comment with that video giving transliteration lyrics from http://www.klesmer-musik.de/der_zinger_fun_noyt.htm. Perhaps you would like to see how they compare with what we already have. There are six verses so they may correspond with the Yiddish lyrics (Hebrew alphabet) posted by Monique. Verses 2 and 4 were not in Elizabeth Block's version. דער זינגער פֿון נױט DER SINGER FUN NOYT German language translation Oh armer närrischer Singer, bist in deinem Fach noch nicht geübt. Du kriechst nur in reiche Höfe, findet dein Lied dort Anklang ? Die reichen, die satten Magnaten, sie rührt nicht dein trauriges Gemüt. Von ihnen dort bekommst du keinen Groschen, sie erreicht dort nicht dein Lied. Und du willst, dass sie dein Lied würdigen, und dabei auch Geld verdienen. Geh, suche sie in armen Höfen, dort sing deine Lieder für sie. Und sing ihnen das Lied von Elend, das traurige Lied von Not. Von dunklen, schäbigen Stuben, wo der Engel des Todes tanzt. Von blassen verkrüppelten Kindern, von trockenen Brüsten genährt. Die welken, bevor sie noch blühen, noch bevor der Tod sie verzehrt. Ja, sing ihnen die traurigen Lieder, sie sind geschaffen für sie. Dein Lied wird dort begleiten, ein schrilles Jammergeschrei. Original text in transliterated script: oy oremer narisher zinger bist nokh in dayn fakh nisht genit. du krikhst nor in raykhe hoyfn, tsi hot dort an opklang dayn lid. di raykhe di zate magnatn, zey rirt nisht dayn troyrik gemit. fen zey dort bakumst du keyn groshn, tsu zey dort dergreykht nisht dayn lid. un vilst oyf dayn zingen mevinim, un gelt oykh fardinen derbay. gey, zukh zey in oreme heyflekh, dort zing dayne lidlekh far zey. un zing zey dos lidl fun elnt, dos troyerike lid fun noyt. fun finstere koytike shtiblekh, vu es hulyet der malekh fun toyt. fun blase farkriplte kinder, fun trukenen brustn genert. vos velkn nokh eyder zey blien, nokh eyder der toyt zey fartsert. yo zing zey di troyerike lidlekh, zey zenen geshafn far zey. dayn lidele vet dort baglaytn, a hilkhiker yomergeshray. |
Subject: RE: ADD: Songs of Mordecai Gebirtig (1877-1942) From: Felipa Date: 11 Aug 21 - 06:51 PM Joe, Could you move the link to a recording of NOCH A GLEZELE TEY to just below the lyrics, so that it's clear which song it refers to? In the comment in which I shared Joe Fineman's transcription, I also mentioned gave links to lyrics of two other Gerbirtig songs. |
Subject: ADD: Es Mordecai Gebirtig (1877-1942) From: Felipa Date: 11 Aug 21 - 06:59 PM https://mudcat.org/Detail.CFM?messages__Message_ID=2243987 'S BRENT As Es Brent is posted in another compilation discussion thread, Holocaust/Shoa songs, I will also add lyrics to this thread. The linked post was by Guest, Gerry in Jan. 2008. I knew of the song and looked it up elsewhere, so I'm posting what I copied from |
Subject: RE: ADD: Songs of Mordecai Gebirtig (1877-1942) From: Felipa Date: 11 Aug 21 - 07:23 PM https://mudcat.org/Detail.CFM?messages__Message_ID=2243987 'S BRENT As Es Brent is posted in another compilation discussion thread, Holocaust/Shoa songs, I will also add lyrics to this thread. The linked post was by Guest, Gerry in Jan. 2008. I knew of the song and looked it up elsewhere, so I'm posting what I copied from http://www.musiques-regenerees.fr/GhettosCamps/Ghettos/EsBrent.html 1. Es brent! Briderlekh, 's brent! Oy undzer orem shtetl, nebokh, brent Beyze vintn mit irgozn Raysn brekhn un tzeblozn Shtarker nokh di vilde flamen Altz arum shoyn brent! Refrain Un ir shteyt un kukt azoy zikh mit verlegter hent un ir shteyt un kukt azoy zikh Undzer shtetl brent 2. 'S brent, briderlekh, 's brent! Oy undzer orem shtetl nebekh brent 'S hobn shoyn di fartzungen 'S gantze shtetl aygengetzungen Un di beyze vintn hudzhen 'S gantze shtetl brent! Refrain 3. 'S brent, briderlekh, 's brent! Oy skon kholile kumen der moment Undzer shtot mit undz tzuzamen Zol oyf ash avek in flamen Blaybn zol, vi nokh a shlakht Nor puste shvaze vent! Refrain 4. 'S brent briderlekh s'brent! Di hilf iz nor in aykh aleyn gevendt Oyb dos shtetl iz aykh tayer Lesht mit ayer eign blut Bavayzt az ir dos kent Shteyt nit brider ot azoy zikh Mit farleygte hent Shteyt nit brider lesht dos fayer Undzer shtetl brent! 1. It's burning, brothers, it's burning! Oy, our poor shtetl is burning, Raging winds are fanning the wild flames And furiously tearing, Destroying and scattering everything. All around, all is burning Refrain And you stand and look just so, you With folded hands... And you stand and look just so, While our shtetl burns. 2. It's burning, brothers, it's burning! Oy, our poor shtetl is burning, The moment is at hand when, God forbid, Our town, along with all of us, Will be turned to ashes by the flames, And only bare, black walls will remain As after a battle. 3. Our town is burning, And only you can save it! Extinguish the fire with your very blood, If you must! 4. Don't just stand there, brothers, With folded hands. Don't stand there, put out the fire! Our shtetl is burning! Translation from Favorite Yiddish Songs, complied by E.G.Mlotek c.1972 Adama Books I prefer to write 's brent rather than s' brent, because the missing letter comes before the s (es = it). There is also a transliteration and translation by Mindle Crystel Gross at http://www.hebrewsongs.com/song-esbrent.htm Es Brent sung by Emanuel Elbinger standing outside the building where Mordechai Gebirtig once lived. |
Subject: RE: ADD: Songs of Mordecai Gebirtig (1877-1942) From: Felipa Date: 11 Aug 21 - 07:43 PM Do you realise this compilation has potential for being as long as a book (and that one or probably more compilations of Gebirtig's verse have already been published)? DOS LIDL FUN DEM GOLDENEM LAND Oy, nem, guter klezmer, dayn fidl in hant Un shpil mir dos lidl fun goldenem land. A mol flegt mayn mame mit harts un gefil, Dos lidl mir zingen. Oy shpil es mir, shpil! A mol flegt mayn mame mit harts un gefil, Dos lidl mir zingen. Oy shpil es mir, shpil! Un her ikh dos lidl, dan shvebt far mir bald Mayn tayere mame, ir liblekh geshtalt; Ir tsertlekher blik — Zay vekn mir oyf mayn fargangenem glik. Ir tsertlekher blik — Zay vekn mir oyf mayn fargangenem glik. Un her ikh dos lidl, derze ikh, ot shteyt Mayn mame, zi makht mir mayn vigele greyt. Un kh’fil af mayn shtern ir darinke hant— Zi zingt mir dos lidl fun goldenem land. Un kh’fil af mayn shtern ir darinke hant— Zi zingt mir dos lidl fun goldenem land. A mol iz geven in a goldenem land A kluger benyokhid, a sheyner brilyant— Zi zingt un es tiktakt dem zeygers umru Un s’vigele hoydet zikh — Ay lyu lyu lyu. Zi zingt un es tiktakt dem zeygers umru Un s’vigele hoydet zikh — Ay lyu lyu lyu. & repeat first verse TRANSLATION O, good klezmer, take your fiddle in hand, And play for me the song of the Golden Land…. Once upon a time, my mother used to sing me This song with great feeling. O, play it for me, play! When I hear the song, it seems That my dear mother is hovering over me. Her lovely figure, her tender glance— They awaken my childhood happiness. When I hear the song, I suddenly see My mother. She’s preparing my cradle for me And I feel on my forehead her slender hand— She sings me the song of the Golden Land. “Once there was in a Golden Land A clever only son, a beautiful diamond,” She sings, and the clock’s pendulum ticks, And the cradle rocks - Ay lyu lyu lyu. performed by Passage Klezmer sung by Hilda Bronstein |
Subject: RE: ADD: Songs of Mordecai Gebirtig (1877-1942) From: Monique Date: 12 Aug 21 - 02:50 AM DOS LIDL FUN DEM GOLDENEM LAND דאָס לידל פֿון גאָלדענעם לאַנד אױ, נעם גוטער קלעזמער, דײַן פֿידל אין האַנט .און שפּיל מיר דאָס לידל פֿון גאָלדענעם לאַנד אַמאָל פֿלעגט מײַן מאַמע מיט האַרץ און געפֿיל !דאָס לידל מיר זינגען. אױ, שפּיל עס מיר, שפּיל און הער איך דאָס לידל, דאַן שװעבט פֿאַר מיר באַלד ;מײַן טײַערע מאַמע, איר ליבלעך געשטאַלט איר האַרציקער שמײכל, איר צערטלעכער בליק– .זײ װעקן מיר אױף מײַן פֿאַרגאַנגענעם גליק און הער איך דאָס לידל, דערזע איך, אָט שטײט .מײַן מאַמע זי מאַכט מיר מײַן װיגעלע גרײט און כ׳פֿיל אױף מײַן שטערן איר דאַרינקע האַנט– .זי זינגט מיר דאָס לידל פֿון גאָלדענעם לאַנד אַמאָל איז געװען אין אַ גאָלדענעם לאַנד אַ קלוגער בן-יחיד, אַ שײנער בריליאַנט – זי זינגט און עס טיקטאַקט דעם זײגערס אומרו .און ס׳װיגעלע הױדעט זיך – אײַ-ליו-ליו-ליו .און הער איך דאָס לידל, דאָס זיסע געזאַנג דאַן װערט אױפֿן האַרץ אַזױ אומעטיק באַנג– ,און ס׳װילט זיך, װי די מאַמע מיט האַרץ און געפֿיל !דאָס לידל מיר זינגען – אױ, שפּיל עס מיר, שפּיל |
Subject: RE: ADD: Songs of Mordecai Gebirtig (1877-1942) From: Monique Date: 12 Aug 21 - 03:09 AM Undzer shtetl brent / Es brent
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Subject: RE: ADD: Songs of Mordecai Gebirtig (1877-1942) From: GUEST,Felipa Date: 29 Jan 22 - 10:38 AM https://zemerl.org/song/397 HUNGERIK DAYN KETSELE Gebirtig, Mordkhe TRANSLITERATION: Shlof shoyn mayn hungerik meydele Makh shoyn di eygelekh tsu Hungerik iz oykh dayn mamele un veynt nit un shreyt nit vi du, Nem alts vi zi nemt far lib Morgn s'vet oyfshteyn mayn meydele Vet zayn a sakh broyt in shtib Ay lyu lyu, ay lyu lyu lyu Nu, shlof shoyn, mayn kroynenyu Shlof shoyn mayn narish kleyn meydele Vos iz haynt epes mit dir? Hungerik iz oykh dayn ketsele Un s'hot gor keyn taynes tsu mir Her, vi es myauket, es redt tsu dir: Meydl, loz mamen tsu ru! Hungerik iz oykh kleyn ketsele U kh'veyn nisht azoy vi du - Ay lyu lyu, ay lyu lyu Ny, shlof shoyn mayn kroynenyu Shlof shoyn mayn orem kleyn meydele Vayl der shlof lindert di noyt Hungerik iz oykh dayn lyalkele Un veynt nisht un mont nisht keyn broyt Lern zikh kind, fun dayn lyalkele Veyst vos zi trakht atsind? Oy, vi batribt iz a mamele Ven hungerik iz ir kind Ay lyu lyu, ay lyu lyu Nu, shlof shoyn, mayn kronenyu TRANSLATION Sleep now, my hungry little girl Close tight your dear little eyes Your mother is also hungry But she doesn't cry or make noise Learn something, child, from your mother dear Try to look on the bright side - When you awake in the morning The house will be full of fresh bread So sleep no, my precious, my crown Sleep now, my dear silly little girl What is it with you today Your kitten also is hungry But I don't hear it complain Hear how it's meowing, it's telling you: "Child, give your mother some peace!" Your kitten is also hungry But it doesn't cry like you do Sleep now, my poor darlinglittle girl For slumber will soften your need Your little doll is also hungry But she doesn't cry out for bread Learn something, child, from your little doll Do you know what she's thinking just now? "Oh, how it weighs on a mother's heart When hungry is her dear child." recorded by Margaritkes Fraidy Katz Bettina Wegner -------------------------------------------------------- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V6m2dMUtC2U Cantor Yossele Rosenblatt singing: SHLOF SHOYN MAYNE KIND TRANSLITERATION Ai li lu li lu, ai li lu li lu Ai li lu li lu li lu li, ai li lu li lu Shlof shoyn mayn tayer faygele Makh shoyn tsu dayn kosher aygelekh Shlof shoyn shlof In ziser ruh Aaaaai lu lu lu lu lu lu Shlof doorkh di gantse nakht Iber dayn kepele malekh'lach Makh shoyn dayn aykelekh tsu Ai li lu li lu Daybelakh, hindelakh, faygelakh Tsigelakh, kelbelakh, shof un rinder Shlofen un rooehn yetst aleh baynakht Vi di klayne kinder Shlof shoyn mayn faygele Makh shoyn tsu dayn aygele Ikh bin shoyn meed atsind Shlof, lu lu Shlof Shlof shoyn Shlof hob ikh dir gezoogt berele Ai, li li li, lu lu Ai, li li li, lu lu lu Aiiiii, Luuuuu Shlof mayn kind un rooh Translation (Literal) Ai li lu li lu, ai li lu li lu Ai li lu li lu li lu li, ai li lu li lu Sleep now my dear birdie Close now your Kosher eyes Sleep now sleep In sweet rest Aaaaay lu lu lu lu lu lu Sleep through the entire night Over your head little angels Close now your little eyes Ai li lu li lu Doves, hens, birds Goats, calves, sheep and cows Are all sleeping and resting now by night Like the small children Sleep now my little birdie Close now your eyes I am already tired now Sleep, lu lu Sleep Sleep now Sleep, I have told you little bear Ai, li li li, lu lu Ai, li li li, lu lu lu Aiiiii, Luuuuu Sleep my child And rest Translation (by Abner Silver) Ai li lu li lu, ai li lu li lu Ai li lu li lu li lu li, ai li lu li lu Sleep now my pretty little one; Slumber on my precious little one; Sleep in peace, the whole night thru, Ai li lu li lu lu lu lu Tucked in your trundle bed, Angels are watching overhead. Close your pretty eyes of blue, Ai li lu li lu. Little bees, little birds are in the trees, Little fowls, little owls in the steeple Are in bed for the night, sleeping tight Just like all good little people. Sleep little one, I pray, I'm so weary with the cares of day. G-d bless your little heart. Sleep! Lu lu! Sleep! Lu lu! Sleep or I will call the little bear. Ai li li li lu lu; ai li li li lu lu lu; Ai lu. Sleep, my child, lu lu! also recorded by (youtube links) Bente Kahan Shura Lipovsky Pétillant Ensemble Klein Kabaret (Antonia Hayward & Damian Nisenson, voice; Luzio Altobelli accordian) |
Subject: RE: ADD: Songs of Mordecai Gebirtig (1877-1942) From: Monique Date: 29 Jan 22 - 11:10 AM Hungerik Dayn Ketsele (Gebirtig Mordkhe) in Hebrew characters: הונגעריק דייַן קעצעלע שלאָף שוין, מייַן הונגעריק מיידעלע, מאַך שוין די אייגעלעך צו, הונגעריק איז אויך דייַן מאַמעלע, און וויינט נישט און שרייַט נישט ווי דו. לערן זיך, קינד, פֿון דייַן מאַמעלע, נעם אַלץ ווי זי נעמט פֿאַר ליב, מאָרגן ס׳וועט אויפֿשטיין מייַן מיידעלע, וועט זייַן אַ סך ברויט אין שטוב — איי ליו ליו, איי ליו ליו ליו. נו, שלאָף שוין, מייַן קרוינעניו! שלאָף שוין, מייַן נאַריש קליין מיידעלע, וואָס איז הייַנט עפּעס מיט דיר? הונגעריק איז אויך דייַן קעצעלע און ס׳האָט גאָר קיין טענות צו מיר, הער, ווי עס מיאַוקעט, עס רעדט צו דיר, — מיידל, לאָז מאַמען צורו! הונגעריק איך אויך, קליין קעצעלע, און כ׳וויין נישט אַזוי ווי דו — איי ליו ליו, איי ליו ליו ליו, נו, שלאָף שוין, מייַן קרוינעניו! שלאָף שוין, מייַן אָרעם קליין מיידעלע, ווייַל דער שלאָף לינדערט די נויט, הונגעריק איז אויך דייַן ליאַלקעלע און וויינט נישט און מאָנט נישט קיין ברויט. לערן זיך, קינד, פֿון דייַן ליאַלקעלע, ווייסט וואָס זי טראַכט אַצינד? — אוי, ווי באַטריבט איז אַ מאַמעלע, ווען הונגעריק איז איר קינד — איי ליו ליו, איי ליו ליו ליו, נו, שלאָף שוין, מייַן קרוינעניו! Lyrics borrowed from Yidlid.org |
Subject: RE: ADD: Songs of Mordecai Gebirtig (1877-1942) From: GUEST,keberoxu Date: 29 Jan 22 - 11:28 AM Out of curiosity I consulted the Lieder Archive website to see if this songwriter had any of his texts over there. The difference with the Lieder Archive website is that it favors musical settings by classical composers, although not strictly limited to same. From the Lieder Archive's pages, I found out that a composer named Paul Schoenfield -- still living I think -- helped himself to six Gebirtig lyrics and made, from his own musical versions, a song cycle out of them, titled Ghetto Songs. I don't see the six titles here (and the Lieder Archive has the titles only, not the bodies of text themselves) so I will copy the list of Gebirtig titles in this post. Shifreles Portret ["Shifrele's Portrait"] Minutn fun yiesh ["Moments of Despair"] Glokn klang ["Tolling Bells"] Undzer Friling ["Our Springtime"] A zuniker shtral ["A Ray of Sunshine"] Minutn fun bitokhn ["Moments of Confidence"] |
Subject: RE: ADD: Songs of Mordecai Gebirtig (1877-1942) From: Monique Date: 29 Jan 22 - 11:33 AM Sholf shoyn maine Kind (Gebirtig, Mordkhe) in Hebrew characters (Lyrics taken from the YouTube video mentioned in Felipa's post) שלאף שוין לאָף מײַן קינד איי לי לו לי לו, איי לי לו לי לו איי לי לו לי, לו לי לו לי, איי לי לו לי לו שלאף שוין מיין טייער פייגעלע מאך שוין צו דיין כשר אייגעלעך שלאף שוין שלאף אין זיסער רוה אייאיי לו לו לו לו לו לו שלאף דורך די גאנצע נאכט איבער דיין קעפעלע מלאך'לך מאך שוין דיין אייגעלאך צו איי לי לו לי לו טייבעלעך, הינדעלאך, פייגעלאך ציגעלאך, קעלבעלאך, שאף און רינדער שלאפען און רוען יעצט אלע ביינאכט ווי די קליינע קינדער שלאף שוין מיין פייגעלע מאך שוין צו דיין אייגעלע איך בין שוין מיד אצינד שלאף, לו לו שלאף שלאף שוין שלאף האב איך דיר געזאגט בערעלע איי לי לי לי לו לו איי לי לי לי לו לו לו אייייי לווווווווו |
Subject: LYR ADD: Shifrele's Portrait (M. Gebirtig) From: Felipa Date: 29 Jan 22 - 08:54 PM Although I don't read proper Yiddish in Hebrew alphabet myself, I appreciate Monique posting the proper lyrics here so that we don't only have transliterations and translations. I've started looking up the six titles which Keberoxu listed. It is not hard to find them on the web, just time consuming. And often more than one composer has set a particular Gebirtig poem to music. https://www.milkenarchive.org/music/volumes/view/the-art-of-jewish-song/work/shifreles-portret/ album liner notes by Neil W. Levin for a recording by Performers: Ida Rae Cahana, Soprano; John Musto, Piano; with tune composed by Maurice Rauch: "Shifrele’s portret, to a poem by Mordechai Gebirtig, is probably Rauch’s best-known song today. A brokenhearted father longs for his daughter and speaks to a picture of her. He imagines her still filled with hope that they will see each other again: “The war won’t last much longer; I will soon come back to you.” He will not see her again." Hebrew letters can be found at https://lyricstranslate.com/en/shifreles-portret-shifreles-portrait.html SHIFRELE'S PORTRET Af der vant, links fun mayn bet, hengt mayn tokhter shifreles portret. oft mol in der mit der nakht, ven ikh benk nokh ir un trakht, ze ikh vi zi kukt af mir, her ikh vi zi redt… Tateshi! kh’veys s’iz dir bang, s’vet der krig shoyn nit gedoyern lang, kumen vel ikh bald tsu dir. s’klapt der friling shoyn in tir. shmeykhlt lib tsu mir un redt shifreles portret… TRANSLATION On the wall, left of my bed Hangs my daughter Shifrele’s portrait. Often, in the tired night, When I long for her and think, I see how she looks at me, I hear how she speaks: “Papa, I know you are sad. The war won’t last much longer. I will soon come back to you. Spring is already knocking at the door.” Smiling lovingly at me, it speaks— Shifrele’s portrait. Shifrele's Portret sung by Ida Rae Cahana (Maurice Rauch tune) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=43X7NVNNGxo (video of YIVO concert) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ucj8tNvzKkU (from the album) The above recording treats Shifrele's Portret as an "art song" . I personally prefer the singing of Daniel Kempin to his own tune. You can hear that at https://encyclopedia.ushmm.org/content/en/song/shifreles-portrait, from where I copied the following notes: "Yiddish folk poet and songwriter Mordecai Gebirtig was born in 1877 in Krakow, Poland. ... "Shifrele's Portrait" was written in Krakow in December 1939, shortly after the outbreak of World War II. Gebirtig's eldest daughter, Shifre, lived in Lvov, and was separated from her family when the Soviets annexed Lvov. In this brief song, Gebirtig, gazing at his daughter's photograph, imagines himself in conversation with her. She assures him that the war will end soon, and that parent and child will be reunited." The translation given is very similar to the one above (by M Levin?) On the wall, to the left of my bed, Hangs my daughter Shifrele's portrait. Often, in the middle of the night, When I think of her, and miss her so, I see how she looks at me, I hear what she says: "Daddy dear! I know that you're sad, But the war won't last too very long; Soon I shall return to you -- Peace will soon knock at the door." Smiling lovingly, so speaks Shifrele's portrait. as is the one from yet another recording https://benjyfoxrosen.bandcamp.com/track/shifreles-portret Translations by Benjy Fox-Rosen with Julie Dawson and Josh Waletzky: http://www.benjyfoxrosen.net/uploads/1/6/9/9/16990818/two_worlds_english_translation.pdf On the wall to the left of my bed, Hangs my daughter Shifrele's portrait. Often in the middle of the night, When I long for her and reflect, I see how she looks at me, I hear her speak... "Daddy! I know how you suffer. The war will not last much longer. I will come to you soon, Spring is already knocking at the door." She smiles when she speaks to me, Shifrele's portrait. |
Subject: RE: ADD: Songs of Mordecai Gebirtig (1877-1942) From: keberoxu Date: 29 Jan 22 - 09:33 PM "Undzer Friling" is said to be one of Gebirtig's later poems and it is really bitter -- as in, how can we celebrate spring when life is so hard. |
Subject: LYR ADD: Undzer Friling & A Zuniker Shtral From: Felipa Date: 29 Jan 22 - 09:58 PM Undzer Friling ["Our Springtime"] and A Zuniker Shtral["A Ray of Sunshine"] are two poems about the coming of spring, viewed from very different prospectives. http://www.jewishfolksongs.com/en/undzer-friling Source: Leichter, Sinai. Anthology of Yiddish Folksongs. Vol. 5: The Mordechai Gebirtig volume. Jerusalem, Hebrew University, 2000 UNDZER FRILING Friling oyf beymer, in feld un in vald, Nor do in geto iz harbstik un kalt. Nor do in geto iz harbstik un trib, Vi bay an ovl in shtub. . Friling! In droysn shoyn felder farzeyte, Do arum undz hot zikh yeush farshpreyt, Do arum undz shteyen moyern bavakht, Vi far der tfise baynakht. Friling - shoyn friling - bald kumt on der may, Nor in der luft filt zikh pulver un blay, S'akert der talyen mit zayn blutike shverd Eyn groys beys-oylem - di erd. TRANSLATION by Miryam Breitman Spring's on the tree tops But here in the ghetto cold autumn we feel, The ghetto is gray, full of sadness and grief We're sitting here silent, bereaved Oh, springtime is out there where fields have been sown, But here only hopelessness spreads out its thorns, And here guards surround us above on the walls As night in our prison yard falls. Springtime, it's springtime, soon May will be here, So leaden and dense feels the air circling near, The hangman is ploughing with his bloody sword One bitter graveyard - the earth. Recording by The Yiladi Trio: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SQRcq-W2aoQ also on https://open.spotify.com/track/2qEgP6KfKAzdQFIlCS37Da ------ from the same website as Undzer Friling: http://www.jewishfolksongs.com/en/a-zuniker-shtral and the same source, Leichter, Sinai. Anthology of Yiddish Folksongs. Vol. 5 A ZUNIKER SHTRAL - Transliteration A zuniker shtral iz aroyf oyf mayn bet, Fun libinken friling der ershter shtafet, Un tsertlekh genumen mikh vekn, "Shtey oyf, mentsh, es togt shoyn, Der hon hot gekrayt!" Der friling, der melekh fun libe un freyd, Er kumt on fun ale fir ekn ... "Shtey oyf, mentsh! Es togt shoyn!" Der shtral tsu mir redt - Un varem - mit libe mikh tsertlt un glet: "Aroys gey, farshpreyt di yedie - S'vet bald un gikh kumen oyf vald un feld, Oyf ale min feygl, oyf mentsh un oyf velt, Di lang shoyn dervarte yeshue. "Shtey oy, mentsh! Es togt shoyn!" Der shtral tsu mir redt, Ot shpant shoyn mit freyd, mit a shtraln-buket, Der friling, der onzog fun fridn, Bald vet fun zayn blik zikh tseblien dos feld Un likhtik un fray vet bald vern di velt - Far ale! Un oykh far aykh, yidn." TRANSLATION by Hadassah Haskale with Sinai Leichter A ray of the sun has appeared on my bed, Of loveliest springrime the first augury, And gently to wake me is beckoning: "Get up man, it's day now, the cock has cried out!" And springtime, the king of the heart and delight Has lit on all things roundabout. "Get up man, it's day now!" The ray says to me - With touches so tender and light whispering: "Get going and spread the tidings - Deliverence is coming to woods and fields, For all of the birds, for mankind and the world, "The long sought salvation is nigh." "Get up man, it's day now!" The ray says to me, With touches so tender and light whispering Of springtime, the season of peace, Soon releasing on fields bright flowers unfurled And sunny and free will soon [*be the world] [for all, even the Jews*] * lines missing from the website so I don't know exactly how they were translated by Haskale & Leichter Yiddish in Hebrew letters can be seen at Yiddish lyrics with Hebrew lettering can be found at https://lyricstranslate.com/en/zuniker-shtral-zuniker-shtral.html and https://yiddishkayt.org/juxtapoetry-gebirtig-oliver/ German language Translation https://www.cifraclub.com.br/ubersicht/1142247/letra/ Ein Sonnenstrahl berührt mein Bett, vom lieben Frühling die erste Nachricht, und ist gekommen mich zärtlich zu wecken. Steh auf, Mensch, es ist schon Tag, der Hahn hat gekräht. Der Frühling, der Engel, von Liebe und Freude, er kommt aus allen vier Ecken. Steh auf, Mensch, es ist schon Tag, der Strahl zu mir redet. Und warm, mit Liebe mich verwöhnt und streichelt. Geh hinaus und verbreite die Nachricht. Es wird bald und schnell über Wald und Felder, über alle meine Vögel, über Menschen und über die Welt, die lang erwartete Rettung kommen. Steh auf, Mensch, es ist schon Tag, der Strahl zu mir redet, und warm, mit Liebe mich verwöhnt und streichelt, der Frühling, der Anzug des Friedens. Bald wird von seinem Blick erblühen das Feld, und hell und frei wird bald werden die Welt, für alle und auch für euch Juden. English Translation by Murray Citron: https://www.yiddishbookcenter.org/language-literature-culture/yiddish-translation/our-town-burning-and-beam-sunlight A BEAM OF SUNLIGHT A beam from the sun falls across my bed, It’s how the spring is heralded, It starts to wake me with tender affection: Get up, man, it’s dawning, Hear the cock crow! The spring, the monarch of love is aglow And coming from every direction. Get up, man, it’s dawning, To me the beam says, And warm and gentle I feel its caresses— Go out, spread the news with elation, On field and forest will soon be unfurled, On all kinds of birds, on man, on the world, The long awaited salvation. Get up man! It’s dawning, The beam says to me, Here’s a sunbeam-bouquet, look up and see, It’s springtime, the time of good news, Soon will come blossoms, and seeding, and birds, And nestlings and freedom and bright cheerful words For all mankind, and for you also, Jews. That webpage includes also a Murray Citron translation of Es Brent (see lyrics on this thread 11 Aug 2021) and this note comparing the two poems: "Mordechai Gebirtig, 1877-1942, was a cabinet-maker and one of the great Yiddish poets and songwriters of prewar and wartime Poland. He was shot by a guard while being unruly during the evacuation of Krakow. 'Our Town is Burning' (Undzer shtetl brent) was used as a song of defiance during the Holocaust, though it was written in 1936 and refers to prewar pogroms. 'A Beam of Sunlight' (A zuniker shtral) is one of thirteen 'Ghetto Poems' that Gebirtig wrote during the German occupation. The 'Ghetto Poems' were hidden and were recovered and taken to Israel after the war. Despite the stark differences in tone, subject, and mood between these two poems, both are calls to action—one a collective call, and one very personal." One more translation, from the Two Worlds/Tsvay Veltn Gebertig album translations by Benjy Fox-Rosen with Julie Dawson and Josh Waletzky. http://www.benjyfoxrosen.net/uploads/1/6/9/9/16990818/two_worlds_english_translation.pdf A Sunbeam/ A zuniker shtral A sunbeam fell upon my bed, The first harbinger of beloved spring. Gently, it began to wake me. “Get up! The days breaks, the rooster has already crowed! Spring, the king of love and joy, Is approaching from all four corners of the earth.” “Get up! The day breaks,” says the sunbeam, Caressing me gently with warmth. “Go out and spread the news: In the forests and the fields, for every bird, every man, and the entire world, soon and quickly it will be here - the long awaited salvation.” “Get up! The day breaks,” says the sunbeam, Caressing me gently with warmth. “Spring, the herald of freedom, Soon, its gaze will make the fields blossom, And soon, the world will be bright and free - For everyone! And also for you, Jews.” Benjy Fox-Rosen and company made an album of Gebertig songs. You can listen to Benjy Fox-Rosen singing his own tune for A Zuniker Shtral at https://soundcloud.com/benjy-fox-rosen/a-sunbeam-a-zuniker-shtral another setting of A Zuniker Shtral, as an art song, is by Mariejan van Oort and Jacques Verheijen from their album of Gebertig songs "Mayn Feyfele" (My Little Flute)@ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=arL0oTHaL0U That leaves just three more songs to find from the list Keberoxu found at the Lieder Archive. |
Subject: RE: ADD: Songs of Mordecai Gebirtig (1877-1942) From: GerryM Date: 30 Jan 22 - 12:44 AM The CD, Chava Alberstein Sings Yiddish, CBS 465115-2, has six Gebirtig songs: Avreml Marvikher Reizele Three Little Sisters Have a Good Time, Little Kids Childhood Years Yankele There are full lyrics, but only in Hebrew characters, not in translation nor in transliteration. There is a paragraph in English about each song. |
Subject: RE: ADD: Songs of Mordecai Gebirtig (1877-1942) From: GerryM Date: 30 Jan 22 - 12:50 AM An LP, CBS – 83347, also with the title, Chava Alberstein Sings Yiddish, has an additional Gebirtig song, I Married Off My Youngest. |
Subject: RE: ADD: Songs of Mordecai Gebirtig (1877-1942) From: GerryM Date: 30 Jan 22 - 01:05 AM There are 35 videos of Gebirtig songs at https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL3C0B6865754BED63 That's not 35 different songs – it's not even 35 different videos, as there are some repeats – but it's still a pretty big selection. |
Subject: RE: ADD: Songs of Mordecai Gebirtig (1877-1942) From: Joe Offer Date: 30 Jan 22 - 01:37 AM Chava Alberstein is my favorite Yiddish and Hebrew singer: |
Subject: RE: ADD: Songs of Mordecai Gebirtig (1877-1942) From: Monique Date: 30 Jan 22 - 02:51 AM Shifrele's Portrait. שפֿרהלעס פּאָרטרעט. אױף דער װאַנט, לינקס פֿון מײַן בעט הענגט מײַן טאָכטער שפֿרהלעס פּאָרטרעט אַפֿט מאָל אין דער מיט דער נאַכט ,װען איך בענק נאָך איר און טראַכט זע איך װי זי קוקט אױף מיר הער איך װי זי רעט טאַטעשי, איך װײס ס'איז דיר באַנג" ס'װעט דער קריג שױן ניט געדױערן לאַנג קומען װעל איך באַלד צו דיר ."ס'קלאַפּט דער פּרילינג שױן אין טיר ,שמײכלט ליב צו מיר און רעט .שפֿרהלעס פּאָרטרעט |
Subject: RE: ADD: Songs of Mordecai Gebirtig (1877-1942) From: Monique Date: 30 Jan 22 - 01:59 PM Undzer Friling !אונדזער פרילינג ,פרילינג אויף ביימער אין פעלד און אין וולד .נאָר דא אין געטא איז הארנסטיק און קאַלט .נאָר דא אין געטא איז הארנסטיק און טריב װי בײ אָן אבל אין שטוב פרילינג ! אין דרױסן שױן פֿעלדער פֿאַרזײט .דאָ אַרום אונדז האָט זיך יאוש פֿאַרשפּרײט .דאָ אַרום אונדז שטײען מױערן באַװאַכט .װי פֿאַר דער תפֿיסה בײנאַכט .פֿרילינג -- שױן פֿרילינג -- באַלד קומט אָן דער מאַי נאָר אין דער לופֿט פֿילט זיך פּולװער און בלײ .ס'אַקערט דער תלין זײן בלוטיקע שװערד .אײן גראָיס בית עולעם … די ערד Note that I had to type the lyrics from this page as I couldn't find any set of lyrics available on line that I could copy and paste. If I've made any typo(s), please let me know. |
Subject: RE: ADD: Songs of Mordecai Gebirtig (1877-1942) From: Monique Date: 30 Jan 22 - 02:11 PM A Zuniker Shtral (Yiddish copied from lyricstranslate.com) אַ זוניקער שטראַל ,אַ זוניקער שטראַל איז אַרויף אויף מייַן בעט ,פון ליבינקען פרילינג דער ערשטער שטאַפעט ,און צערטלעך גענומען מיך וועקן ,שטיי אויף, מענטש, עס טאָגט שוין !דער האָן האָט שוין געקרייט ,דער פרילינג, דער מלך פון ליבע און פרייד ...ער קומט אָן פון אַלע פיר עקן – שטיי אויף – מענטש ! עס טאָגט שוין – דער שטראַל צו מיר רעדט ,און וואַרעם – מיט ליבע מיך צערטלט און גלעט אַרויס גיין, פאַרשפּרייט די ידיעה, ,ס׳וועט באַלד און גיך קומען אויף וואַלד און פעלד ,אויף אַלע מין פייגל, אויף מענטש און אויף וועלט .די לאַנג שוין דערוואַרטע ישועה ,שטיי אויף – מענטש, עס טאָגט שוין — דער שטראַל צו מיר רעדט ,און וואַרעם – מיט ליבע מיך צערטלט און גלעט, דער פרילינג, דער אָנזוג פון פרידן באַלד וועט זייַן בליק זיך צעבליִען דאָס פעלד – און ליכטיק און פרייַ וועט באַלד ווערן די וועלט !פאר אַלע ! און אויך פאר אייַך ייִדן |
Subject: RE: ADD: Songs of Mordecai Gebirtig (1877-1942) From: Monique Date: 30 Jan 22 - 03:24 PM You can find... Avreyml der marvikher on Yidlid.org: Yiddish lyrics, transliteration and French translation. Reyzele on Yidlid.org: Yiddish lyrics, transliteration, English and French translations. Dry Techterlech (3 Little Sisters) on Testicanzoni.rockol.it: Yiddish lyrics only but they can be copied and pasted into an online translator (I don't say you'll get a 100% reliable translation but you can get an idea. It can also give you the idea that "Techterlech" means "little daughters", not "sisters"! Cf. German "Tochter"). -Can also be found as "Dray Tekhterlekh" on Yidlid.org:Yiddish lyrics, transliteration, English and French translations Have a Good Time, Little Kids (aka "Play on, Dear Children" / Hulyet, hulyet; kinderlech) on Yidlid.org: Yiddish lyrics, transliteration, English and French translations Kinderjohren (Childhood Years) on Lyricstranslate.com (Yiddish lyrics + transliteration + translations in English, German and Spanish Yankele: at the top of this very thread. Arbetlose Marsch on Yidlid.org:Yiddish lyrics, transliteration, English and French translations. You can also get Yiddish songs with Yiddish lyrics and transliterations on Les saveurs du yiddish (The Flavors of Yiddish) but the translations are in French. |
Subject: Lyrics add: Arbetlozer Marsch From: Felipa Date: 18 Apr 22 - 07:42 PM https://sc4e3d76965f4f9d3.jimcontent.com/download/version/1507594300/module/1035372611/name/ARBETLOZE%20MARSCH.pdf ARBETLOZER MARSCH - March of the Unemployed - M. Gebirtig TRANSLITERATION Eyns, tsvey, dray, fir, arbetloze zenen mir, nicht gehert khadoschim lang, in fabrik den hamer-klang, s’ lign keylim kalt, fargesn, s’ nemt der javer zey schon fresn, geyen mir arum in gas, vi di gevirim pust-un-pas. Eyns, tsvey, dray, fir, arbetloze zenen mir, on a beged, on a heym, undzer bet is erd und leym, hot nokh ver vos tsu genisn, taylt men zikh mit yedn bisn, vasser vi di gvirim vayn gisn mir in zikh arayn. Eyns, tsvey, dray, fir, arbetloze zenen mir, yorn lang gearbet shver, un geshaft alts mer un mer, hayser, schleser, shtet un lender, far a hoyfele farshvender. Undzer loyn derfar is vos? Hunger, noyt un arbetlos. Eyns, tsvey, dray, fir, Ot azoy marshirn mir, arbetloze, trit nokh trit, un mir zingn zikh a lid fun a land, a velt a naye, vu es lebn mentschn fraye, Arbetloze is keyn shum hant, in dem nayen frayen land. TRANSLATION ( http://yidlid.org/chansons/arbetloze/index.html includes translations to both French and English) One two three four, We are the unemployed It is months since we have heard The sounds of tools in the factory. They lie cold and forgotten The rust eats them alive So we walk the streets like the rich - Doing nothing. One two three four, We are the unemployed Without clothes, without home Our bed consist of soil If someone has a meal We do share everything. We drink water like the rich drink wine. One two three four, We are the unemployed For years we have worked so hard! Created more and more Houses, palaces, cities and countries For a bunch of wastrels. What is our rewrd for this? Hunger, misery and unemployment. One two three four, So now we march Unemployed, step by step and sing our song, The song of a new world Where people are liberated There is no unemployment In this new and free country. |
Subject: RE: ADD: Songs of Mordecai Gebirtig (1877-1942) From: Monique Date: 19 Apr 22 - 12:19 PM ARBETLOZER MARSCH Lyrics in Yiddish characters אַרבעטלאָזער מאַרש איינס צוויי דרייַ פֿיר אַרבעטלאָזע זענען מיר נישט געהערט חדשים לאַנג אין פֿאַבריק דעם האַמער קלאַנג ס׳ליגן כּלים האַלב פֿאַרגעסן עס נעמט דער זשאַווער זיי שוין פֿרעסן גייען מיר אַרום אין גאַס ווי די גבֿירים פּוסט און פּאַס איינס צוויי דרייַ פֿיר אַרבעטלאָזע זענען מיר אָן אַ בגד, אָן אַ היים אונדזער בעט איז ערד און ליים האָט נאָך ווער וואָס צו געניסן טיילט מען זיך מיט יעדן ביסן וואָסער ווי די גבֿירים - וויין גיסן מיר אין זיך אַרייַן איינס צוויי דרייַ פֿיר אַרבעטלאָזע זענען מיר יאָרן לאַנג געאַרבעט שווער און געשאַפֿט אַלס מער און מער הייַזער שלעסער שטעט און לענדער פֿאַר אַ הייפֿעלע פֿאַרשווענדער אונדזער לוין דערפֿאַר איז וואָס הונגער נויט און אַרבעטלאָז איינס צוויי דרייַ פֿיר אָט אַזוי מאַרשירן מיר אַרבעטלאָזע שריט נאָך שריט און מיר זינגען זיך אַ ליד ֿון אַ לאַנד אַ וועלט אַ נייַע וווּ עס וווינען מענטשן פֿרייַע ַרבעטלאָז איז קיין שום שאַנד אין דעם נייַעם פֿרייען לאַנד |
Subject: Lyr add: MINUTEN FUN BITOKHN (Gebirtig) From: Felipa Date: 01 May 22 - 05:44 PM Going back to the list of songs cited by Keberoxu on 29 Jan 2022; three of the songs have been posted on this thread since, and I'll continue with MINUTN FUN BITOKHN (M. Gebirtig) Moments of Confidence Yidn! Zol zayn freylekh!? Shoyn nisht lang, ikh hof S'ekt bald di milkhome,? Es kumt bald zeyer sof.? Freylekh! Nor nisht zorgn Un nisht arumgeyn trib Hot geduld, bitokhn Un nemt alts on far lib Nor geduld, bitokhn Nisht lozt aroys fun hant Undzer alt klezayen,? Vos halt undz nokh baynand Hulyet, tantst talyonim!? Shoyn nisht lang, ikh hof Geven amol a Homen Es vart af aykh zayn sof.? Hulyet, tantst talyonim!? Laydn ken a Yid S'vet di shverste arbet Undz keyn mol makhn mid Kern? Zol zayn kern!? Kol-zman ir vet zayn,? Iz umzist dos kern S'vet do nisht vern rayn Vashn? Zol zayn vashn!? Kayins royter flek Hevls blut fun hartsn Dos vasht zikh nisht avek ?-Traybt undz fun di dires!? Shnaydt undz op di berd!? Yidn! Zol zayn freylekh Mir hobn zey in d'r erd...? source: https://lyricstranslate.com Yiddish in Hebrew alphabet: https://lyricstranslate.com/sco/mordechai-gebirtig-minutn-fun-bitokhn-lyrics.html Translations at spectaclecommittee.org, https://zemerl.org/song/554, Ruth Rubin. Voices of a People Translation Jews, be happy! It won’t be long, I hope. The war will soon be over, And soon their end will come. Be cheerful and don’t worry Don’t carry on in grief- Have patience, have confidence And take hard times in stride. Remember: patience, confidence Don’t let slip away Those ancient weapons that unite Our people to this day Revel, dance, you hangmen! It won't be long, I hope Once there was a Haman His fate awaits you too. Revel, dance, you hangmen Jews know what suffering means The most demanding labor Won't tire us in the least "Sweep!" you tell us? So we'll sweep But as long as you remain, There is no point to sweeping This place will not come clean! "Wash" you tell us? So we'll wash. Cain's red stain cannot be washed away. Abel's heart Cannot be washed away Drive us from our homes Cut away our beards! Jews, let us be cheerful- We'll see them go to hell! "This piece was written in Krakow on October 2, 1940. Mordecai Gebirtig wrote this song to raise the spirits of the persecuted Jewish community in Krakow. The poet's reference to "Haman" alludes to the ancient Persian enemy of the Jewish people." https://encyclopedia.ushmm.org/content/en/song/moments-of-confidence where you can hear a recording of Daniel Kempen and also see the translation.
performed by Adrienne Cooper and Zalman Mlotek https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LCL_b3ADVa0 |
Subject: Lyr Add: Glokn Klang! (M. Gebirtig 1877-1942) From: Felipa Date: 01 May 22 - 06:34 PM GLOCKEN KLANG - Mordechai Gebirtig Klingen di glokn, glin glang, glin glang, vi s'volt ver... Can anyone add the Yiddish lyrics to this discussion??? https://encyclopedia.ushmm.org/content/en/song/tolling-bells includes a recording with singer Daniel Kempen, and a translation to English. It does not give the lyrics in Yiddish. Here is the introduction from the enclyclopedia: "Yiddish folk poet and songwriter Mordecai Gebirtig was born in Krakow, Poland, in 1877. "In 1940, he was forced to flee from German-occupied Krakow to nearby Lagiewniki. There, in October 1941, he wrote 'Tolling Bells'—in which he envisions the end of persecution and occupation." Translation (English) by Dr. Bret Werb* The bells are tolling -- Gling Glong! Gling Glong! Like someone were asking: How long, now? How long? How long, now? How long? Will man be a beast? Will man be so shameless? Will man be a mere tool In the hands of the Devil? How long, now? How long? How long shall he reign? The bells are tolling -- Gling Glong! Gling Glong! Like someone were answering: Not long, now! Not long! Not long, now! Not long! Will the Devil make merry -- To him we owe thanks That the world is on fire -- Gling Glong! Gling Glong! Not long, now! Not long! His downfall will come! * Dr Werb of the US Holocaust Memorial Museum is credited with translation by The Oxford Handbook of Musical Repatriation. Translation (French, Francais) Les cloches résonnent -- Ding Dong ! Ding Dong ! Comme si quelqu'un demandait : Combien de temps encore, maintenant ? Combien de temps ? Combien de temps encore, maintenant ? Combien de temps ? L'homme sera-t-il une bête ? L'homme sera-t-il à ce point sans vergogne ? L'homme sera-t-il un simple instrument Entre les mains du Diable ? Combien de temps encore, maintenant ? Combien de temps ? Combien de temps régnera-t-il ? Les cloches résonnent -- Ding Dong ! Ding Dong ! Comme si quelqu'un répondait : Plus très longtemps, maintenant ! Plus très longtemps ! Plus très longtemps, maintenant ! Plus très longtemps ! Le Diable ne s'amusera -- C'est à lui que nous devons L'incendie qui dévore le monde -- Ding Dong ! Ding Dong ! Plus très longtemps, maintenant ! Plus très longtemps ! Sa déchéance viendra ! Glokn Klang is one of 12 Gebertig songs recorded by Benjy Fox-Rosen on the album Two Worlds/Tsvey Beltn https://benjyfoxrosen.bandcamp.com/album/two-worlds-tsvey-veltn |
Subject: ADD: Translation of MINUTN FUN YIESH From: Felipa Date: 01 May 22 - 06:49 PM so far I haven't found Yiddish for this song A translation and a recording are at https://encyclopedia.ushmm.org/content/en/song/moments-of-despair "'Moments of Despair' was written in Krakow in September 1940 on the first anniversary of the German invasion of Poland. The lyrics to this piece comment upon a year of persecution and the uncertainty of the future." MINUTN FUN YIESH - M. Gebirtig TRANSLATION A year now of wartime, How ghastly, how vast! How can people live through this? How can they endure? A year of persecution, Of hardship, of pain, What will become of us? What will be our fate? Futile our prayers, We've slipped past God's reach, The heavens are locked tight As the core of the earth. The heavens are locked tight, And fearfully dark; Without question or doubt, This tortures our hearts. Without question or doubt The secret's disclosed: There is no more justice, There is no more God. No peace or solace, Just hardship and pain. What will become of us? What will be our fate? |
Subject: RE: ADD: Songs of Mordecai Gebirtig (1877-1942) From: Monique Date: 01 May 22 - 07:08 PM Here are the Yiddish lyrics for "Glocken Klang"
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Subject: RE: ADD: Songs of Mordecai Gebirtig (1877-1942) From: Monique Date: 01 May 22 - 07:18 PM Here are the Yiddish lyrics for "Minutn Fun Yiesh" מינוטן פֿון יאוש אַ יאָר שױן מלחמה װי שרעקלעך װי גרױס װי לעבט מען דאָס איבער װי האַלט מען דאָס אױס. אַ יאָר פֿון רדיפֿות פֿון צרות פֿון פּײַן װאָס װעט פֿון אונדז װערן װאָס װעט פֿון אונדז זײַן. אומזיסט אונדזער בעטן ס׳דערגרײַכט נישט גאָטס צעלט דער הימל פֿאַרשלאָסן װי דאָס האַרץ פֿון דער װעלט. דער הימל פֿאַרשלאָסן און מרהדיק שװאַרץ עס הײבן אָן ספֿקות צו נאָגן מײַן האַרץ. עס הײבן אָן ספֿקות אַנטפּלעקן דעם סוד נישטאָ מער קײן יושר נישטאָ מער קײן גאָט. קײן שטיקל נחמה נאָר צרות און פּײַן װאָס װעט פֿון אונדז װערן װאָס װעט פֿון זײַן. Here is the transliteration by Google Translate: minutn fun yaush a yor shoyn mlkhmh vi shreklekh vi groys vi lebt men dos iber vi halt men dos aoys. a yor fun rdifus fun tsrus fun payn vos vet fun aundz vern vos vet fun aundz zayn. aumzist aundzer betn s'dergraykht nisht gots tselt der himl farshlosn vi dos harts fun der velt. der himl farshlosn aun mrhdik shvarts es heybn on sfkus tsu nogn mayn harts. es heybn on sfkus antplekn dem sud nishto mer keyn iushr nishto mer keyn got. keyn shtikl nkhmh nor tsrus aun payn vos vet fun aundz vern vos vet fun zayn. |
Subject: RE: ADD: Songs of Mordecai Gebirtig (1877-1942) From: Joe Offer Date: 01 May 22 - 07:52 PM My favorite Gebirtig song is Hulyet, Hulyet Kinderlech. I'm glad we have an entire thread on it. Chava Alberstein recording: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IdIceGayXjs |
Subject: RE: ADD: Songs of Mordecai Gebirtig (1877-1942) From: Felipa Date: 13 Jan 23 - 02:04 PM 4 Gebirtig poems performed by Bente Kahan of Norway. 'Chob schon lang (For a long time) Dos lidl fin goldenem land (The song about the golden land) Bleib gesund mir krokke (Farewell Cracow) Gehat hob ich a heim (Once I had a house) Farewell Cracow! Yiddish songs by Mordechaj Gebirtig on youtube |
Subject: Lyr Add: Genug Gevent (Enough) by M. Gebirtig From: Felipa Date: 19 Apr 23 - 03:58 PM GENUG GEVEYNT Lyrics: Mordecai Gebirtig Music: Michael Heiser Genug! A sof ! Ikh zing nisht mer keyn umetike lider Zey zenen mir, azoy vi aykh gevorn shoyn dervider Kh’vel zingen lider freylekhe A marshele an ekhter Di zaytn haltn vet ir zikh Un kaykhn fun gelekhter Genug geveynt, a freylekh lid Vet ir fun mir itst hern Ir vet fun freyd azsh khaleshn Un lakhn biz tsu trern Translation: ENOUGH Enough! An end! I will not sing Sad songs anymore They are now repugnant to me As they are to you I will sing happy songs A little march, a real one You will hold your sides And cackle with laughter Enough weeping, you will now hear A happy song from me You will then become faint And laugh until you cry sheet music, lyrics in Yiddish (Hebrew letters), transliteration and translation can be found at Polina Shepherd and Michael Heiser's websites: https://www.polinashepherd.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/Genug-Gebirgit-Heiser.pdf https://heiseryiddishsongs.com/genug-geveynt/ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nWnknFuctdg (or via the Heiser website above) |
Subject: RE: ADD: Songs of Mordecai Gebirtig (1877-1942) From: Monique Date: 19 Apr 23 - 04:42 PM Genug Gevent - Lyrics in Hebrew characters גענוג געװײנט גענוג ! אַ סוף! איך זינג נישט מער קײן אומעטיקע לידער זײ זענען מיר, אַזוי װי אײַך געװאָרן שױן דערװידער כ׳װעל זינגען לידער פֿרײלעכע אַ מאַרשעלע, אַן עכטער די זײַטן האַלטן װעט איר זיך און קײַכן פֿון געלעכטער גענוג געװײנט, אַ פֿרײלעך ליד װעט איר פֿון מיר איצט הערן איר װעט פֿון פֿרײד אַזש חלשן און לאַכן ביז צו טרערן |
Subject: Lyr Add: VER DER ERSHTER VET LAKHN (Gebirtig) From: Felipa Date: 19 Apr 23 - 05:02 PM VER DER ERSHTER VET LAKHN words and music by M. Gebirtig 1. Kh'vel zikher, Avreml, der ershter nisht lakhn, ikh vet zikh, megst vi nokh zikh vitslen. Kh'vel nemen in zinen mir troyerike zakhn, nu, megstu afile mikh kitslen. - Vest lakhn, ikh vet zikh, vest Shloymele shoyn lakhn, ikh hob a mitl gor a voyle zakh. Megst hobn zikh in zinen di troyerikste zakhn, vet muzn zayn bay dir der ershter lakh. 2. Dos ershte, Avreml, nem ikh mir in zinen mayn uremen tatn dem shvakhn, vos zukht arum arbet un ken nisht gefinen, nu, vet zikh mir glustn tsu lakhn ? - Vest lakhn, ikh vet zikh, vest, Shloymele, farshpiln, ikh hob a mitl gor a voyle zakh: kh'vel miauken vi a ketsl un vi a hintl biln, vet muzn zayn bay dir der ershter lakh. 3. - Ikh vel dikh dermanen, k'hob nekhtn in kheyder di sidre vos geyt haynt fargesn, der rebe, er vil nor kh'zol lernen keseyder, er veyst nisht vi mir vilt zikh esn. - Vest lakhn, ikh vet zikh, vest nisht zayn aza shlekhter, shtel ayn a knepl, kh'shtel akegn fir, vest haltn zikh di zaytn un kaykhn fun gelekhter, derzeendik vos ikh hob do bay mir. 4. - Ikh vel zikh dermanen dem rebns tsornik ponim, ven er hot mikh genumen farhern. Nor k'hob ikh fun kantshik fil bloye simonim, geveynt fun yesurim un trern. - Vest lakhn, vest lakhn, aher gib shoyn dos knepl, ze, Shloymele, vos hob ikh do far dir, a zemele mit puter, un hering a fayn kepl, abi, zog , Shloymke, ver vet lakhn frier. - A zemele mit puter, un hering a fayn kepl, Kh'vel morgn vider vetn zikh mit dir. TRANSLATIONS Ver der ershter vet lakhn (from Efim Chorny) WHO WILL LAUGH FIRST -For sure, Avreml, I won't be the first to laugh. I bet you, though you joke I'll think about sad things. You can even tickle me. You will laugh, I bet you. -Shloymele, you will laugh. I have a remedy, a fine remedy, You can think of the saddest things But you'll have to be the first to laugh. -First of all, Avreml, I think of my poor weak father. Who looks for work but can't find any. Well, will I feel like laughing? -You will laugh, I bet you, You will lose, Shloymele, I have a remedy, a fine remedy, I'll meow like a cat and bark like a dog, So you'll have to be the first to laugh. - I will remember that yesterday in Kheder, I forgot today's Parsha The Rabbi just wants me to study all the time - He doesn't know how hungry I am. - You will laugh, I bet you, You won't be such a bad guy. I'll bet on one button and put four against. You'll hold your sides and burst with laughter When you see what I have here with me. - And I'll remember the Rabbi's angry face When he started to hear me out. I still have many blue marks from his whip. I wept tears from the pain. -You'll laugh, you'll laugh Give me the button already! Look, Shloymele, what I have here for you! A buttered roll and a fine herring head. So tell me, Shloymele, who will laugh first? A buttered roll and a fine herring head. Tomorrow, I'll make a bet with you again. -------------------- from the Yosl and Chana Mlotek collection, Workers' Circle, https://yiddishsongs.org/ver-der-ershter-vet-lakhn/ I, Avreml, will certainly not be the first to laugh, I bet you, no matter what jokes you tell. I’ll think of sad things, you can even tickle me. You’ll laugh, I bet you, you’ll surely laugh, Shloymele. I have a way, a very clever way. Even if you think about the saddest things, you’II have to be the first to laugh. First of all, Avreml, I’ll think about my poor weak father who keeps looking for work and can’t find any. Well? Will I feel like laughing? You’ll laugh, I bet you, you’ll lose the bet, Shloymele. I have a way, a very clever way. I’ll meow like a cat and howl like a dog, and you’ll have to be the first to laugh. Let me remind you that yesterday, in kheyder, I forgot the passage for the day. The rabbi only wants me to study all the time-he doesn’t know how hungry I am. You’ll laugh, I bet you. You won’t be that mean. Bet a button, I’ll bet four. You’ll hold your sides and gasp with laughter when you see what I have here with me. And I’ll remember the rabbi’s angry face when he started to quiz me. I’m still black and blue from his whip, and I cried bitter tears. You’ll laugh, you’ll laugh, give me the button already. See, Shloymele, what I have here for you! A roll and butter and a fine herring head! Well, what do you say, Shloymele? Who will laugh first? A roll and butter and a fine herring head? I’ll bet you again tomorrow! --------------------------- Chava Alberstein recording of Ver Der Ershter Vet Lakhn currently available at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z0Q5cFaynWw&t=1s> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z0Q5cFaynWw&t=1s |
Subject: RE: ADD: Songs of Mordecai Gebirtig (1877-1942) From: Felipa Date: 19 Apr 23 - 05:02 PM --------------------------- A songbook Mir Trogn A Gezang: Favorite Yiddish Songs, first published in 1972, includes a chapter of Gerbirtig songs. The fifteen songs included, as well as the other chapters of the book, can be viewed online at https://yiddishsongs.org/mir-trogn-a-gezang-favorite-yiddish-songs/ https://yiddishsongs.org/mir-trogn-a-gezang-favorite-yiddish-songs/?table_of_contents_section=Songs%20by%20Mordkhe%20Gebirtig Currently for sale is The Mordechai Gebirtig Songbook edited and arranged by Velvel Pasternak https://www.jewishmusic.com/products/yd-mgb-01b |
Subject: RE: ADD: Songs of Mordecai Gebirtig (1877-1942) From: Monique Date: 19 Apr 23 - 05:04 PM Ver Der Ershter Vet Lakhn – Lyrics in Hebrew characters װער דער ערשטער װעט לאַכן — כיװעל זיכער, אַװורעמל, דער ערשטער נישט לאַכן, איך װעט זיך, מעגסט וױ נאָך זיך װיצלען, כ’װעל נעמען אין זינען מיר טרױעריקע זאַכן, נו, מעגסטו אַפֿילו מיך קיצלען. — װעסט לאַכן, איך װעט זיך, װעסט, שלמהלע, שױן לאַכן, איך האָב אַ מיטל גאָר אַ װױלע זאך: מעגסט האָבן זיך אין זינען די טרױעריקסטע זאַכן, װעט מוזן זײַן בײַ דיר דער ערשטער לאַך. — דאָס ערשטע, אַװורעמל, נעם איך מיר אין זינען מײַן אָרעמען טאַטן דעם שװאַכן, װאָס זוכט אָרום אַרבעט און קען נישט געפֿינען, נו, װעט זיך מיר גלוסטן צו לאַכן? — װעסט לאַכן, איך װעט זיך, װעסט, שלמהלע, פֿאַרשפּילן, איך האָב אַ מיטל גאָר אַ װױלע זאַך: כיװעל מיאָוקען װי אַ קעצל און װי א הינטל בילן, װעט מוזן זײַן בײַ דיר דער ערשטער לאַך. — איך װעל זיך, דערמאַנען, כיהאָב נעכטן אין חדר די סדרה װאָס גײט הײַנט פֿאַרגעסן, דער רבי, ער װיל נאָר כ’זאָל לערנען כּסדר, ער װײסט נישט װי מיר װילט זיך עסן. — װעסט לאַכן, איך װעט זיך, װעסט נישט זײַן אַזאַ שלעכטער, כ’שטעל אײַן א קנעפּל, כישטעל אַקעגן פֿיר, װעסט האַלטן זיך די זײַטן און קײַכן פֿון געלעכטער, דערזעענדיק װאָס איך האָב דאָ בײַ מיר. — און כ’װעל זיך דערמאַנען דעס רבינס צארניק פּנים, װען ר’האָט מיך גענומען פֿאַרהערן, נאָך האָב איך פֿון קאַנטשיק פֿיל בלאָע סימנים, געװײנט פֿון יסורים מיט טרערן. — װעסט לאַכן, װעסט לאַכן, אַהער גיב שױן דאָס קנעפֿל, זע, שלמהלע, װאָס איך האָב דאָ פֿאַר דיר! אַ זעמעלע מִיט פֿוטער,. און הערינג אַז פֿײַן קעפּל, אַנו, זאָג, שלמהלע, װער װעט לאַכן פֿריער? אַ זעמעלע מיט פֿוטער, און הערינג אַ פײַן קנעפּל, כ’װעל מאָרגן װידער װעטן זיך מיט דיר. |
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