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Keshenever shtikele

Artist: Folklore
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First posted by: yidlid.org

Transliteration

Shpilt zhe mir klezmorlekh, S'keshenever shtikele, Ober mitn knak. Hungerik un shleferik, Un naket un borves, In keshene nishto keyn piatak. Tsu mir gehert di gantse velt, Un ikh di gantse velt geher Dos iz dokh shoyn festgeshtelt a fakt. Un tomer vet men mir nit gleybn, Tomer vet men fregn ver, Ken ikh im bavayzn a kontrakt. Tsores un grizote agmes nefesh un yesurim, Ot dos zet ir hob ikh oyfn pak. Hob ikh gornit darf ikh gornit, Vel ikh gornit nit farlirn, Vet men mikh nisht rufn keyn tshudak. Shpilt zhe mir klezmorlekh, Dos harts zol azh tsegeyn in mir, Bay di kroyvim bin ikh poshet brak. Nisht geshmeykhlt nisht gekhonfet, Alts gezen nor nit geganvet, Bay mayn mekhutn bin ikh a bosiak. Di raykhe hobn tsu fil esn, Iz bay zey der mogn shver, Lign zey oyf datshes ongepakt. Un nit ikh es un nit ikh trink, Iz bay mir der mogn ler, Ken ikh laykhter tsutantsn tsum tants. Shpilt zhe mir klezmorlekh, Dos harts zol azh tsegeyn in mir, Tsores hob ikh ot aza min zak. Hungerik un shleferik un naket un borves, In keshene nishto keyn piatak.

Translation

Do play for me, musicians The little song of Kishinev Play it brillantly Hungry and sleepy And naked, and barefoot Not a penny in my pocket. The whole world belongs to me And I belong to the whole world This is a well established fact And if someone shouldn't believe me If someone should ask I could show him a contract. Troubles and sorrow, sadness and pain, Of these, you see, I've got a full bag. I have nothing, I need nothing I've got nothing to lose No one will call me a crank. Do play for me musicians, Till my heart melts For my relativs I'm just a wretch One doesn't smile at me, doesn't flatter me Saw everything but stole nothing, For my in-laws I'm a bosiak. The rich have to much food Their stomach is heavy They lie packed up in their datchas. And I don't eat and I don't drink My stomach is empty I can dance easier. Do play for me musicians, Till my heart melts I have a full sack of troubles Hungry and sleepy and naked and barefoot Not a penny in my pocket.