Текст песни The Burning Bush - Yidl Mitn Fidl
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Iber felder vegn, oyf a vogn hey Mit zun un vint un regn, forn klezmer tsvey A khidesh, oy, a khidesh, zog ver zenen zey? Yidl mitn fidl, Arye mitn bas Dos lebn iz a lidl, to vozhe zayn in kas. Hey, Yidl, fidl, shmidl, hey, dos lebn iz a shpas. A tsig shteyt oyf der lonke Un meket troy'rik "me!" Hey, du tsig, du shoyte, tro'rik zayn is fe! Shoklt er dos berdl: "Take, take fe!" Yidl... A foygl flit "gut morgn, gut morgn, a gut yor" Der troyer un di zorgn tsu al de shvartse yor! Dem vint a lakh in ponem, un Yidl, Yidl for! Yidl.... ======================== Across fields we go, Atop a wagon of hay With sun and wind and rain, Ride two musicians. A novelty, oh a novelty, Tell me who are they? Yidl with his fiddle, Aryeh with his bass, This existence is a song, Why should I be upset? Yidl, fidl, shmidl - Hey - This life is a pure fun. A goat stands in the meadow And bleats a sad "meh!" Hey you goat, you foolish one, Being sad is "feh"! He nods his little beard, "Truly, truly 'feh'!" Yidl... A bird flies by, "Good morning, Good morning a good year" The sadness and the worries Should go to the devil. Laughing in the wind's face, Yidl travels on! Смотрите также:
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Iber fields vegn , OYF a vogn hey
With zun un vint un regn , forn klezmer tsvey
A khidesh , oy, a khidesh , pulled ver Zenen zey ?
Yidl mitn fidl , Arye mitn bas
Dos lebn iz a lidl , to vozhe zayn in kas .
Hey, Yidl , fidl , shmidl , hey, iz dos lebn a shpas .
A tsig shteyt OYF the Lonke
Un Meket troy'rik "me ! "
Hey, you tsig , you shoyte , tro'rik zayn is fe !
He Shoklt dos berdl : "Take , take fe ! "
Yidl ...
A foygl flit "good morgn , well morgn , a well- yor "
The troyer un di zorgn tsu al de shvartse yor !
The vint a lakh in ponem , un Yidl , Yidl for !
Yidl ....
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Across fields we go,
Atop a wagon of hay
With sun and wind and rain ,
Ride two musicians .
A novelty , oh a novelty ,
Tell me who are they ?
Yidl with his fiddle ,
Aryeh with his bass ,
This existence is a song ,
Why should I be upset ?
Yidl , fidl , shmidl - Hey -
This life is a pure fun .
A goat stands in the meadow
And bleats a sad " meh! "
Hey you goat , you foolish one,
Being sad is " missing " !
He nods his little beard ,
" Truly , truly ' missing ' ! "
Yidl ...
A bird flies by , " Good morning ,
Good morning a good year "
The sadness and the worries
Should go to the devil .
Laughing in the wind 's face ,
Yidl travels on!
