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Dray tekhterlekh

Artist: Mordekhay Gebirtig
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First posted by: yidlid.org

Transliteration

ven mit mazl, gezunt un lebn s´eltste tekhterl mir veln oysgebn vel ikh tantsn mir hop, hop, hop! arop an ol fun kop vel ikh tantsn, oy, vel ikh tantsn, arop an ol fun kop shpilt klezmorim, shpilt mit lebn s´ershte tekhterl haynt oysgegebn nokh geblibn undz meydlekh tsvey vi halt men shoyn bay zey? shpilt, klezmorim, oy, nemt di kley-zayen zol di gantse velt mit undz zikh freyen, undzer simkhe veyst nor eyn got un der vos tekhter hot ven kh´vel zen dos tsveyte meydl ongeton in vaysn khupe kleydl vel ikh trinken, a tentsl geyn arop fun harts a shteyn vel ikh trinken, oy, vel ikh trinken, arop fun harts a shteyn shpilt klezmorim, heybt on shnaydn! s´tsveyte meydl gibn mir oys in freydn dos mizinkl geblibn mir, vi halt men shoyn bay ir? shpilt klezmorim, far undz mekhutonim zoln nakhes hobn oykh kabtsonim a kind oysgegebn, oy, gotenyu a meydl nokh dertsu ven baym letstn kh´vel shpiln hern vel ikh epes troyerik shteyn un klern, s´letste tekhterl shoyn oykh avek, un vos iz nokh der tsvek? oy, s´letste tekhterl, oy, s´letste tekhterl, un vos iz nokh der tsvek? shpilt, klezmorim, bazetst di kale, tsugenumen undz di kinder ale, dray tekhter iz a shverer yokh, nor on zey iz shverer nokh. shpilt, klezmorim, aroys mit trern s´letste betl vet haynt leydik vern, s´gantse shtibl, ir kleydershank oy vey, vi pust un bang.

Translation

When in luck, health and life Our eldest daughter we will marry off I will dance, hop, hop, hop! A yoke thrown off I will dance, oh, I will dance, A yoke thrown off. Play musicians, play lively, Our first daughter today we married off We still have two girls left When will come their time? Play, musicians, load your instruments, So the whole world can rejoice with us Our joy only God can know, And he who has daughters. When I will see our second girl Wearing a white wedding dress I will drink, I will dance, A burden eased on us I will drink, oh, I will drink, A burden eased on us Play, musicians, tear your strings apart, The second girl we marry off in joy We've got the youngest one left When will come her time? Play, musicians, play for us family-in-law So the poor ones also have pleasure A child given away, oh, my God, And one more left When for the last one I will hear the music I'll be somewhat sad and musing The last daughter also gone away, What purpose have we got now? Oh, our last daughter, oh, our last daughter, What purpose have we got now? Play, musicians, make the bride cry * All our children taken away, Three daughters is a heavy yoke, But without them it's still harder. Play, musicians, out come the tears, The last bed will today be empty, The whole house, her wardrobe, Oh, sadness, how empty they are.