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1. Ikh blondzhe in geto Fun gesl tsu gesl Un ken nit gefinen keyn ort Nito iz mayn liber, Vi trogt men ariber? Mentshn, o zogt khotsh a vort. Es laykht oyf mayn heym itst Der himl der bloyer Vos zhe hob ikh itst derfun? Ikh shtey vi a betler Bay yetvidn toyre Un betl a bisele zun. Refrain Friling, nem tsu mayn troyer Un breng mayn libstn Maynt trayen tsurik Friling oyf dayne fligl bloye O, nem mayn harts mit Un gib es op mayn glik. Ikh gey tsu der arbet Farbay undzer shtibl In troyer, der toyer farmakht. Der tog a tsehelter Di blumen farvelkte, Zey vanynen, far zey iz oykn nakht. Far nakht oyf tsurikvegs, Es noyet der troyer, Ot do hostu libster gevart. Ot do inem shotn Nokh kentik dayn trot iz, Flegt kushn mikh liblekh un tsart Refrain 3. S'iz hay-yor der friling Gor fri ongekumen, Tseblit hot zikh benkshaft nokh dir, Ikh ze dikh vi itster Balodn mit blumen, A freydiker geystu tsu mir. Di zun hot fargosn Dem gortn mist shtraln, Tseshprotst hot di erd zikh in grin Mayn trayer, mayn libster, Vu bistu farfaln? Du geyst nit aroys fun mayn zin. Refrain
<em>Here's a singable translation:</em> I walk through the Ghetto alone and forsaken, There's no-one to care for me now. And how can you live when your love has been taken, Will somebody please show me how? I know that it's springtime, and birdsong, and sunshine, All nature seems happy and free, But loocked in the Ghetto I stand like a beggar, I beg for some sunshine for me. (Refrain) Springtime, what good is springtime, What good is sunshine, when he is away? Springtime, you shine upon my sorrow, but still tomorrow Is as bleak as today. The house that we lived in is now barricaded, The windows are broken and bare. The sun is so fierce that the flowers have faded, They wilt in the wintery air. Each morning, each evening I have to walk past it, Hiding my eyes from the sight The place where you loved me the place where you kissed me, The place where you held me so tight. (Refrain) How thoughtful, how kind of the heavenly powers To send spring so early this year. Why thank you for coming, I see you brought flowers You want me to welcome you here? They say that the Ghetto is golden and glowing But sunlight and tears make me blind. You see, my beloved, how soon they start flowing I can't get you out of my mind. (Refrain) <em>here's another translation:</em> I wander through the ghetto From lane to lane Useless, no solace I find. My beloved is gone How can I go on? Someone, oh say just a word! My house is aglow now The sky's like a blue dome But what is there left in my life? I stand like a beggar At each of these doorways And beg for a little bit of sun Refrain Springtime, please take my sorrow And bring my loved one, My dear one back to me. Springtime, upon your wings of blue Take my heart with you And bring love back to me 2. I go to my work And pass by our small house In sadness, the door is closed tight The days is full of sunlight But flowers won't bloom now, They're wilting, for them too it's night At night when returning The sadness is burning Right here love, you waited for me Right here in the shadows I still hear your footsteps You kissed me so passionately Refrain Springitme is with us This year very early My longing for you is in bloom. I see you before me Adorned with spring lfowres Smiling, you will greet me soon The sun's rays have lit up The garden with sunlight, Turning the hard earth to geen. My dearest, my loved one Are you gone forever? I can't get you out of my mind.
(from liner notes to "We are Here - Songs of Remembrance, Hope, and Celbrations in the Jewish Tradition) The lyrics to this song were written in the Vilna ghetto by writer and partisan Shmerke Kaczerginski (1908-1954), following the tragic death of his wife in April of 1943. The song was first sung in the ghetto theater revue Di Yogenish in Fas. Kaczerginski survived the war but died in a plane crash in 1954. Abraham Brudno, one of vilna's promising young musicians, composed the music for this piece. Following hte liquidation of the ghetto in September of 1943, Brudno was taken to the Kluga concentration camp in Estonia where he died in 1944.
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