Ikh Hob Mayn Mayn Farloyrn text: Tzvi Gormayze
Tango Yona’s Source: Lider Fun Geto Un Lager, collected by Shmerke Kaczerginski
| Shoyn genug zikh tsu klemen
an ende muz shoyn nemen ikh hob shoyn keyn trern mer keyner vil mikh nit hern mer
ze, tu es mir, ikh bet dikh tsi farshteystu mayn geveyn? In hartsn nogt mir gevisn plogt mikh an end tsum lebn vil ikh shoyn
dershosn oy mayn mamen hob ikh aleyn gezen mayn tatn oykh tsuzamen a groyse grub geven
ikh hob mayn man farloyrn in tog fun kinds geboyrn dos kind hot koym derzen di shayn fun shoys in grub, in grub arayn
ikh bin aleyn geblibn der goyrl hot mikh getribn di koyl iz mir durkh farbay ikh bin gelofn durkh veygeshrey ikh bin in vald gelegn es griltst mir alts mayn kinds geshrey oy haynt geboyrn un shoyn farloyrn tsi muz es, Got, zayn azoy?
O, Got fun nekome Vu bistu dos atsind? Tsi zestu mayn neshome un efsher bistu blind
Gerekhtikayt – nishto mer ikh veyn un klog un yomer genug dayn veynen in getselt Sadism hersht nor oyf der velt Mame Tate Dos kind Mayn man |
Already enough grieving
An end must come I have already no more tears No one wants to to hear me anymore
See, do it for me, I beg you Do you understand my outcry? There is a gnawing in my heart My conscience plagues me An end to life I want already
Shot — Oy, my mama I myself have seen My father also together [with her] A big pit/mass-grave it was.
I lost my husband On the day the child was born The child had hardly seen the light From [my] lap/womb into the pit/grave.
I alone have remained Destiny has driven me The bullet just missed me [“went through me past me”] I ran through cries of woe I lay in the woods/gave birth in the woods My child’s cry still grates on me Oy, born today And already lost Must it, God, be this way?
O, God of vengeance Where are you now? Do you see my neshome/my soul And perhaps are you blind? Justice – no more I cry and wail and lament Enough, your crying in the tent Only sadism rules in the world The child My husband |
Tango Yona 