The Burning Bush - Yidl Mitn Fidl | Текст песни

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• The Burning Bush
• Yidl Mitn Fidl

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....

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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 "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!