Odessa mama - Aaron Lebedeff

Ver es iz nor nit geven
In der sheyner shtot Odess
Hot di velt gor nit gezeyn
Un er veyst nit fun progress.

Vos mir Vin un vos Pariz,
Blotte, khoyzik, kayn farglaykh,
Nor Odess ot dortn iz
A Gan Eydn, zog ikh aykh.

Dort in a traktir
Derlangt men aych bir
Un farbaysen dertsi
A frishe skrumbli
Bashmala un balik
Un tsu dem a shashlik;
Mit a git glezl vayn -
Vos ken beser nokh zayn?

Oy, Odessa Mama,
Bist mir tayr lib on shir.
Oy, Odessa Mama,
Gevald ikh benk nokh dir!

Oy, Odessa Mama,
Ver ken dikh fargesen, ver?
Oy, Odessa Mama,
Ikh ze dokh dir nisht mer.

Oy, Odessa Mama,
Ikh benk nokh dir un shver:
Dayne gasn, trotuaren
Zaynen prekhtig, lekhtig, sheyn.
Di kafeyen, di bulvaren,
Dos fargesen ken men neyn.

Di sharbankes, di tzigankes,
Mit dem tuml-ta-ra-ram,
Di hoteln, di mamzeln
Ligt mir nokhyetst in tam.

Oy, Odessa Mama,
Bist mir tayr lib on shir.
Oy, Odessa Mama,
Gevald ikh benk nokh dir!

Oy, Odessa Mama,
Ver ken dikh fargesen, ver?
Oy, Odessa Mama,
Ikh ze dokh dir nisht mer.

Oy, Odessa Mama,
Ikh benk nokh dir un shver:

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay,
Dos fargesn ken men neyn

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay,
Vi volt ikh gevolt dikh zeyn!

Hop tidl dam ti stidl didl dam ti...


Oy, Odess-Odessa Mama,
Bist di shenste panorame;
Yedr eyner hot dikh shtark geshetst.
Di fantanen, restoranen,
Haynt Odessa di limanen!
Ver veyst vos iz gevorn fun dir yetst?

Odess, Odess, ikh benk nokh dir - Odess!


Translation


Whoever has not been
In the beautiful city of Odessa
Has not seen the world
And knows nothing of progress
Who cares for Vienna of Paris,
They're puddles, jokes, no comparison
Only in Odessa is
A Paradise, I say.

There in a restaurant
They serve you beer
And with it a bite
Of fresh skrumbli
Bashmala and balik
And with them a shashlik
With a good glass of wine -
What could be better?

Oh, Mother Odessa,
You're forever dear to me.
Oh, Mother Odessa,
How I long for thee!
Oh, Mother Odessa,
Who can forget you?
Oh, Mother Odessa,
I see you no more.
Oh, Mother Odessa,
I long for you and vow:

Your avenues, promenades
Are light, beautiful.
The cafes, the boulevards,
One can never forget.
The carriages, the gypsies,
The tumult, ta-ra-ram,
The hotels, the young ladies
Still are on my mind.

Oh, Mother Odessa,
You're forever dear to me.
Oh, Mother Odessa,
How I long for thee!
Oh, Mother Odessa,
Who can forget you?
Oh, Mother Odessa,
I long for you and vow:

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay,
One cannot forget.
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay,
How I should like to see you again!
Hop tidl dam ti stidl didl dam ti.....

Oh, Odess-Odessa Mother,
You are the most beautiful panorama;
Everyone treasured you dearly.
The cabarets, restaurants,
You will still remember today
Who knows what has become of you?
Odessa, Odessa, I long for you!

Category:

Music

Tags:

• yiddish
• songs

[olterigo]

To the person who put this video.

Thank you very much. Just one tiny correction. It is not "skrumbli". It is "skombri," which is the Yiddish word for a kind of mackerel ("скумбрия" in Russian). It's a popular fish that can be caught in the Black Sea.

But nonetheless, tremendous work. Thank you.

[olterigo]

@pinkdoobie Sharmanke is a barrel organ (aka roller organ). Google that.

[pinkdoobie]

What's a sharmanke?

[Juanbarba]

un=ün?

[chelorec]

Lebedeff was real genius!

[MrImnus]

simply...beautifull !

[ostrc]

A classic!!! Fantastic!

[avginkel]

Sheyn!