געטאָ, געטוניאַ
Yankele Hershkovits [Yankele Hershkowitz] / יאַנקעלע הערשקאָװיץ| Traduzione inglese da Music and the Holocaust. | |
| GETO, GETUNYA | GHETTO, LITTLE GHETTO |
| Geto, getunya Getochna kochana Tyś taka małutka, i taka szubrana Ver es hot a hant a shtarke, Ver es hot af zikh a marke Krigt fun shenstn un fun bestn, Afile a postn oykh dem grestn Ven du bist intelligent Un a sent, Drayste zikh arum vi a mes On a broyt un on adres Un du zingst af terkish zikh O yes! | Ghetto, little ghetto, oh ghetto my love, You are so small and so corrupt. Whoever has a strong arm, Whoever wears a ‘badge’, Gets the nicest and the best of everything, Even a position of the highest order. But if you’re an intellectual, Without a cent, You drag yourself around like a corpse Without bread and without an address And sing to yourself in Turkish Oh eat! (Oh yes!) |
| Maydlekh zikh ale sheymen Nisht ka’ shminke nisht ka’ breyment, Nisht ka’ tabarin nisht ka’ fayf, Nisht rush kayn ondulatsye Nisht ka mitik, ka’ kulatsye Zey hobn tsu vashn nisht ka’ zayf, Nor zmartwione, zayt nisht tstitsi-pulkes Un yede zingt mit mir dem refrayn, oy ,oy, oy | The girls are all ashamed No make-up no eyelashes, No bed, nothing! No rouge, no perm No lunch no dinner, No soap to wash with But, poor things Just don’t be all cheap tits and ass And everyone sing the refrain along with me |
| Geto, getunya Getochna kochana Tyś taka małutka, i taka szubrana Ver es hot a hant a shtarke, Ver es hot af zikh a marke Krigt fun shenstn un fun bestn, Afile a postn oykh dem grestn Ven du bist intelligent Un a sent, Drayste zikh arum vi a mes On a broyt un on adres Un du zingst af terkish zikh O yes! | Ghetto, little ghetto, oh ghetto my love, You are so small and so corrupt. Whoever has a strong arm, Whoever wears a ‘badge’, Gets the nicest and the best of everything, Even a position of the highest order. But if you’re an intellectual, Without a cent, You drag yourself around like a corpse Without bread and without an address And sing to yourself in Turkish Oh eat! (Oh yes!) |
| Nisht zorgn un nisht klern S’vet bay undz git nokh vern, S’vet nokh kartofl oykh du zayn. Men iz shoyn kurev–meykakh Yontev vet men esn leykakh Trinken fun gropn karmel vayn Nor zmartwione, zayt nisht tstitsi-pulkes Un yeder zingt mit mir dem refrayn, oy,oy, oy… | Don’t worry and don’t fret Things will be fine again here There will even be potatoes! The day is almost upon us We’ll have sponge cake for the holidays And drink Carmel wine made from barley But, poor things Just don’t be all cheap tits and ass And everyone sing the refrain along with me |
| Geto, getunya Getochna kochana Tyś taka małutka, i taka szubrana Ver es hot a hant a shtarke, Ver es hot af zikh a marke Krigt fun shenstn un fun bestn, Afile a postn oykh dem grestn Ven du bist intelligent Un a sent, Drayste zikh arum vi a mes On a broyt un on adres Un du zingst af terkish zikh O yes! | Ghetto, little ghetto, oh ghetto my love, You are so small and so corrupt. Whoever has a strong arm, Whoever wears a ‘badge’, Gets the nicest and the best of everything, Even a position of the highest order. But if you’re an intellectual, Without a cent, You drag yourself around like a corpse Without bread and without an address And sing to yourself in Turkish Oh eat! (Oh yes!) |
