Dos Lid Fun Bialistoker Geto

Lyrics and Music unknown

Tango Yona’s source: Lider fun di Getos un Lagern collected by Shmerke Kaczerginski

translated by Jane Enkin and Justin Lewis

Tango Yona performs verses 1, 5 and an adaptation of verses 6 and 7 of the original 8 verses

A yomer, a geshrey

oyf der yidishe gas

Men geyt a geto makhn

Ober nit oyf keyn shpas

 

Refrain

In Bialistoker geto

a yomer, a geshrey

In Bialistoker geto

vi dos harts tut mir vey

Mir zitsn un mir klern

vos vet fun undz do vern

Men shlogt un plogt oyfn gas

mit a late oyfn lats

 

In geto-mark iz a gan-eden

Men krigt ales oyf der velt

Fun di beste maykholim

Nor vu nemt men gelt?

In Bialistoker geto

a yomer, a geshrey

In Bialistoker geto

vi dos harts tut mir vey

Mir zitsn un mir klern

vos vet fun undz do vern

Men shlogt un plogt oyfn gas

mit a late oyfn lats

 

Un ven vet shoyn a sof nemen

tzu dem tsores un dem payn

On a Bialistoker geto

veln mir gliklekh zayn

 

In Bialistoker geto

a yomer, a geshrey

In Bialistoker geto

vi dos harts tut mir vey

Mir zitsn un mir klern

vos vet fun undz do vern

Men shlogt un plogt oyfn gas

mit a late oyfn lats

A wail, a cry

in the Jewish quarter

They are making a geto

but it’s no joke

 

Refrain

In the Bialystok geto

a wail, a cry

In the Bialystok geto

where my heart hurts

We sit and we wonder

what will become of us

They beat and torment (us) on the street

with a patch on the lapel (a yellow star)

 

In the geto market it’s a Garden of Eden

You can get anything in the world

Of the best delicacies

But where do you get the money?

In the Bialystok geto

a wail, a cry

In the Bialystok geto

where my heart hurts

We sit and we wonder

what will become of us

They beat and torment (us) on the street

with a patch on the lapel

 

And when will an end finally come

to this trouble and this pain

Without a Bialistok geto

We would be so happy

 

In the Bialystok geto

a wail, a cry

In the Bialystok geto

where my heart hurts

We sit and we wonder

what will become of us

They beat and torment (us) on the street

with a patch on the lapel

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