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Shpilt aykh libe kinderlakh der friling shoyn bagint. Oy vi bin ikh kinderlakh mekane aykh atsind. Hulyet hulyet kinderlakh, kolsman ir zent nokh yung. Vayl fun friling biz tsum vinter iz a katsenshprung. Shpilt aykh libe kinderlakh, farzoymt keyn oygenblik, nemt mikh oykh arayn in shpil, fargint mir oykh dos glik. Kukt nisht oyf mayn groyen kop, tsi shtert ez aykh in shpil ? Mayn neshome iz nokh yung, vi tsurik mir yorn fil. Mayn neshome iz nokh yung, un geyt fun benkshaft oyz, akh vi gern vil er zikh fun alten guf aroyz.
Translated lyrics
English translation (Alexander Maxwell) play, play dear children spring is about to begin oh, dear children how jealous I am of you! Play, play dear children, so long as you are young because from spring to winter is the jump of a cat. Play, dear children, don't waste a minute, let me join in your game, will you grant me this happiness? Don't look at my grey head, does that bother your game? my soul is still young, the way it was many years ago. My soul is still young, and is filled with longing oh, how gladly it would leave this old body! German Translation: Spielt liebe Kinder, der Fr|hling schon beginnt, oh wie neidisch bin Euch, Kinder. Tobt Euch aus, Kinder, solange ihr noch jung seid, weil vom Fr|hling bis zum Winter ist es ein Katzensprung. Spielt liebe Kinder, versdumt keinen Augenblick, nehmt mich auch herein in euer Spiel, vergvnnt mir auch das Gl|ck. Schaut nicht auf meinen grauen Kopf, oder stvrt es im Spiel ? Meine Seele ist noch jung, wie vor vielen Jahren. Meine Seele ist noch jung und vergeht vor Sehnsucht, ach wie gerne wdre ich meinen alten Leib los. Spielt liebe Kinder, versdumt keinen Augenblick, weil der Fr|hling endet bald, mit ihm das hvchste Gl|ck
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