פרילינג
Shmerke Katsherginski [Shmerke Kaczerginski] / שמערקע קאַטשערגינסקיVersione inglese (cantabile), ripresa sempre da Zemerl | |
FRILING | SPRINGTIME |
Ikh blondzhe in geto Fun gesl tsu gesl Un ken nit gefinen keyn ort Nito iz mayn liber, Vi trogt men ariber? Mentshn, o zogt khotsh a vort. Es laykht af mayn heym itst Der himl der bloyer Vos zhe hob ikh itst derfun? Ikh shtey vi a betler Bay yetvidn toyre Un betl a bisele zun. | I walk through the Ghetto alone and forsaken, There's no-one to care for me now. And how can you live when your love has been taken, Will somebody please show me how? I know that it's springtime, and birdsong, and sunshine, All nature seems happy and free, But loocked in the Ghetto I stand like a beggar, I beg for some sunshine for me. |
Friling, nem tsu mayn troyer Un breng mayn libstn Maynt trayen tsurik Friling af dayne fligl bloye O, nem mayn harts mit Un gib es op mayn glik. | Springtime, what good is springtime, What good is sunshine, when he is away? Springtime, you shine upon my sorrow, but still tomorrow Is as bleak as today. |
Ikh gey tsu der arbet Farbay undzer shtibl In troyer, der toyer farmakht. Der tog a tsehelter Di blumen farvelkte, Zey vanaynen, far zey iz oykn nakht. Far nakht af tsurikvegs, Es noyet der troyer, Ot do hostu libster gevart. Ot do inem shotn Nokh kentik dayn trot iz, Flegt kushn mikh liblekh un tsart | The house that we lived in is now barricaded, The windows are broken and bare. The sun is so fierce that the flowers have faded, They wilt in the wintery air. Each morning, each evening I have to walk past it, Hiding my eyes from the sight The place where you loved me the place where you kissed me, The place where you held me so tight. |
Friling, nem tsu mayn troyer Un breng mayn libstn Maynt trayen tsurik Friling af dayne fligl bloye O, nem mayn harts mit Un gib es op mayn glik. | Springtime, what good is springtime, What good is sunshine, when he is away? Springtime, you shine upon my sorrow, but still tomorrow Is as bleak as today. |
S'iz hay-yor der friling Gor fri ongekumen, Tseblit hot zikh benkshaft nokh dir, Ikh ze dikh vi itster Balodn mit blumen, A freydiker geystu tsu mir. Di zun hot fargosn Dem gortn mist shtraln, Tseshprotst hot di erd zikh in grin Mayn trayer, mayn libster, Vu bistu farfaln? Du geyst nit aroys fun mayn zin. | How thoughtful, how kind of the heavenly powers To send spring so early this year. Why thank you for coming, I see you brought flowers You want me to welcome you here? They say that the Ghetto is golden and glowing But sunlight and tears make me blind. You see, my beloved, how soon they start flowing I can't get you out of my mind. |
Friling, nem tsu mayn troyer Un breng mayn libstn Maynt trayen tsurik Friling af dayne fligl bloye O, nem mayn harts mit Un gib es op mayn glik. | Springtime, what good is springtime, What good is sunshine, when he is away? Springtime, you shine upon my sorrow, but still tomorrow Is as bleak as today. |