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English Translation below:
Oj, Dortn Dortn
Oy, dortn, dortn, ibern wasserl
Oy, dortn, dortn, ibern brik
Fartribn hostu mich in di waytene lender
Un benken benk ich noch dir tsurik
Oy, vifil ovntlech, tsusamen gesesn
Oy, vifil ovntlech, schpet in der nacht
Oy, vifil trerelech, mir hobn fargosn
Oy, bis mir hobn di libe tsusamengebracht
Oy, helf mir, Gotenu, oy Got in himl
Oy, helf mir, Gotenu, s'is mir nisht gut
Shoyn tsayt dray yorelech vi mir shpiln a libe
Un oysshpiln di libe konen mir nit
Oy, dayne oygelech, vi di shwartse karschelech
Oy, dayne lipelech, vi rosene papir
Un dayne fingerlech, vi tint un vi feyder
Oy, schraybn solstu ofte briv tsu mir
Over Yonder
Far away, across the water
Far away, over the bridge,
You've driven me to distant lands
And I long for your return.
How many evenings we spent together
How many evenings late into the night
And how many tears we both shed
Till we were reunited in love.
Oh God, help me, God in heaven,
Help me, dear God, things are not well with me.
For 3 years already we play out our love
Yet we can't fulfill our love.
Oh, your eyes, like black cherries,
And your lips like rose-coloured paper,
Your fingers like pen and ink
Oh write frequent letters to me.
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Hulyet Hulyet
Hulyet, hulyet, beyze vintn
Fray bahersht di veit!
Brekht di tsvaygn, varft di beymer,
tut vos aykh gefelt.
Traybt di feygl fun di felder
Un faryogt zey fort;
Di vos kenen vayt nish flien,
Teyt zey oyfn ort.
Rayst di lodn fun di hayzlekh,
Shoybn brekht aroys;
Brent a likhtl ergets tunkl,
Lesht mit tsorn oys!
Hulyet, hulyet, beyze vintn,
Itst iz ayer tsayt!
Lang vet doyern der vinter,
Zumer iz nokh vayt!
Howl, Howl, Raging Winds
Howl, howl, raging winds!
Rule the world without restraints!
Smash the branches, hurl the trees.
Do whatever you will.
Drive the birds from the feild
And chase them away.
Those that can't fly,
Kill at once.
Tear the shutters from the houses,
Smash the windowpanes.
If somewhere a candle burns in darkness,
Extinguish it with rage.
Howl, howl, raging winds!
Now your time has come.
Winter will last a long time.
Summer is still far off.
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Papir Iz Dokh Vays
Papir iz dokh vays un tint iz dokh shvarts
Tsu dir mayn zis-lebn tsit dokh mayn harts.
Ikh volt shtendig gezesn dray teg nochanand
Tsu kushn dayn sheyn ponim un tsu haltn dayn hand.
Nekhtn baynacht bin ikh oyf a khasene geven,
Fil sheyne meydelech hob ich dort gezen.
Fil sheyne meydelech - tsu dir kumt nisht gor -
Mit dayn shvartse eygelech un dayn shvartse ho
Dayn talye, dayn mine, dayn eydeler fason,
In hartsn brent a fayer, me zet es nit on;
Nito aza mentsh, vos filn vi es brent--
Der toyt un dos lebn iz bay got in di hent.
Paper is but White
Paper is but white and ink is but black,
My heart is drawn to you, my sweet love.
I could sit for three days one after another
Just kissing your sweet face and holding your hand.
Last night I went to a wedding
And I saw many beautiful girls there.
Many beautiful girls, but none of them can compare to you
With your black eyes and your black hair.
Your figure, your face, your gentle ways
Have kindled a flame in my heart,
but no one can see it burning.
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Mayn Rue Plats
Nit zukh mikh vu di mirtn grinen,
Gefinst mikh dortn nit, mayn shats.
Vu lebns velkn bay mashinen,
Dortn iz mayn rue plats.
Nit zukh mikh vu di feygl zingen,
Gefinst mikh dortn nit, mayn shats.
A shklaf bin ikh, vu keytn klingen,
Dortn iz mayn rue plats.
Un libstu mikh mit varer libe,
To kum tzu mir, mayn guter shats.
Un hayter oyf mayn harts, dos tribe,
Un makh mir zis mayn rue plats.
My Resting Place
Don’t look for me where myrtles grow,
You will not find me there, my beloved.
Where lives wither at the machines,
There is my resting place.
Don’t look for me where birds sing,
You will not find me there, my beloved.
A slave am I, where chains clang.
There is my resting place.
And if you love me with true love,
Then came to me, my good beloved,
And light up my gloomy heart,
And make sweet my resting place.
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Laba Nigun
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