Arkady Gendler - Kartofl

Kartoflyes
(fun Zelik Berditshever)
Freyen zikh iz git, freyen zikh iz git,
Lomir zikh fargesn khotsh oyf eyn minit!
Feter-Lebn iz a kasn
Hert nit oyf undz knaypn, shmaysn
Nemt a glezl, trinkt lekhayim
Lomir ale in eynem shrayen:
Holt dem zak un shit kartoflyes
Zoln tsitern di toflyes
Ver di toflyes hot tsebrokhn
Zol kartoflyes sheyln, kokhn
Kartoflyes sheyln, knishes makhn, veln mir
esn trinken lakhn, Hey hey hey hey hey!
Freyen zikh iz git...
Vern hertser fil mit sines,
Alte vayber zogn kines
Yinge oygn shisn, blitsn,
Lomir oykh nit leydik zitsn
Holt dem zak...
Geyen tsures, kumen leydn,
Un di simkhes mit di freydn
Ayngeveykt in blut un trern,
Lomir glezlekh iberkern
Holt dem zak...
Undzer lebn, vi nokh a regn
Oyf besaraber roye vegn
Yeder khakrenen un zorgn,
Beser koysenen biz morgn
Holt dem zak...
Ver ken tseyln, ver ken mestn
Yugnt-tsorn un protestn
Hey, bokhurimlekh un meydn,
Kumt fartrinken ayer leydn
Holt dem zak...
Potatoes
(by Zelik Berditshever)
Its good to get happy, its good to get happy,
Lets forget ourselves, if only for a minute!
Old Man Life is a grouch
Never stops nipping & whipping us
Take a little glass & drink lekhayim
Everybody shout together:
Grab the sack & pour potatoes
Till the dishes start to tremble
Anyone who breaks the dishes
Has to peel & cook potatoes
Peel potatoes, cook the knishes, well
eat drink & be merry, Hey hey hey hey hey!
Its good to get happy...
Hearts grow full of bitter grudges
Old wives lament Jewish sorrow
Young eyes flash lightning
Lets not just sit there idle
Grab the sack...
Wor ries go, troubles come,
So do the good times & joys
Though were soaked in blood & tears,
Lets tilt the glasses bottoms up
Grab the sack...
Our lives are like muddy
Bessarabian streets after a storm:
Everybody wondering, warning;
Better to get soused till morning
Grab the sack...
Who can count, who can measure
Youths rages & protests
Hey, dear boys & girls,
Come drink away your trouble
Grab the sack...

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• arkady gendler
• yiddish

[jzeballo]

Sasha, me encantó la canción sobre las papas. Me encantan las papas, el yiddish y los tzures van y vienen.