 |
| Elena Flerova, Boris Dubrov |
Michaił Szufutinskij
Еврейский портной
Aleksandr Rozenbaum
Тихо, как в раю,
Звезды над местечком высоки и ярки,
Я себе пою, я себе крою.
Опустилась ночь,
Отдохните дети - день был очень жаркий-
За стежком стежок - грошик стал тяжел.
Ой вэй!
Было время, были силы, да уже не то
Годы волосы скосили, вытерли мое пальто.
Жил один еврей, так он сказал:
Что все проходит.
Солнце тоже, вэй, садится на закате дня,
Но оно еще родится,
Жаль, что не в пример меня.
Кто же будет одевать их всех потом по моде.
Девочка моя,
Завтра утром ты опять ко мне вернешься,
Милая моя, фэйгэлэ моя.
Грустноглазая.
Папа в ушко майсу скажет - засмеешься,
Люди разные и песни разные.
Ой вэй!
Будет день и будет пища-
Жить не торопись,
Иногда богаче нищих
Тот, кто не успел скопить.
Тот, кого уже никто нигде ничем не держит.
Нитка, бархат да иголки - вот и все дела,
Да еще талмуд на полке-
Так бы жизнь шла и шла.
Только солнце вижу я все реже, реже.
Было время, были силы, да уже не то
Годы волосы скосили, вытерли мое пальто.
Жил один еврей, так он сказал:
Что все проходит.
Тихо, как в раю,
Звезды над местечком высоки и ярки,
Я себе пою, я себе крою,
Я себе пою.
Isaac Holtz
It's calm like in paradise
Stars over the shtetl are high and bright
I sing for myself
I cut for myself
Night has descended
Rest, children, the day was too hot
Stitch after stitch
It's hard to make a penny lately
There was a time when I was strong
But now I'm not the same
Years wore the hair out
And my coat's got too shabby
There was a Jew
Who has mentioned once
That everything passes
Sun, oy vey, also falls down by the end of each day
But it will be born again alas not like me
Who will dress them up in style and fashion after me?
My dear girl,
Tomorrow at morning you will get back to me again
My dear, my feigele (bird)
You have sad eyes.
Father will whisper a joke into your ear
And you will laugh
People are so different
And so are the songs
Next day will come
and we will have food
Don't hurry up to live your life
Sometimes a poor man is reacher
The one who did not save much
The one who is not held by any obligations anymore
A thread, a piece of velvet and some needles
That's about it
And also Talmud on a book shelf
I wish my life would stay like that
But I see the sun less and less often
There was a time I was strong
But now I'm not the same
Years wore the hair out
And my coat's got too shabby
There was a Jew
Who has mentioned once
That everything passes
It's calm like in paradise
Stars over the shtetl are high and bright
I sing for myself
I cut for myself
I sing for myself
Stars over the shtetl are high and bright
I sing for myself
I cut for myself
Night has descended
Rest, children, the day was too hot
Stitch after stitch
It's hard to make a penny lately
There was a time when I was strong
But now I'm not the same
Years wore the hair out
And my coat's got too shabby
There was a Jew
Who has mentioned once
That everything passes
Sun, oy vey, also falls down by the end of each day
But it will be born again alas not like me
Who will dress them up in style and fashion after me?
My dear girl,
Tomorrow at morning you will get back to me again
My dear, my feigele (bird)
You have sad eyes.
Father will whisper a joke into your ear
And you will laugh
People are so different
And so are the songs
Next day will come
and we will have food
Don't hurry up to live your life
Sometimes a poor man is reacher
The one who did not save much
The one who is not held by any obligations anymore
A thread, a piece of velvet and some needles
That's about it
And also Talmud on a book shelf
I wish my life would stay like that
But I see the sun less and less often
There was a time I was strong
But now I'm not the same
Years wore the hair out
And my coat's got too shabby
There was a Jew
Who has mentioned once
That everything passes
It's calm like in paradise
Stars over the shtetl are high and bright
I sing for myself
I cut for myself
I sing for myself
Brak komentarzy:
Prześlij komentarz