Markovtshizne

Markovtshizne

Lid Fun Bialystoker Geto Song From the Bialystok Ghetto

lyrics H. Goldshtayn

lyrics and music based on Gasn Zinger by Peysekhke Burstein

Tango Yona’s source: Songs of Generations:New Pearls of Yiddish Song, Eleanor and Joseph Mlotek

Verse 1

A Markovtshizner bin ikh

dos veys ikh gut

borves mit nakete fis

ikh farkil mayn blut

Farflukhter” shrayt men oyf mir

Dos harts tut mir vey

Elnt farblibn, fun heymat fartribn

yetst shtey ikh un veyn

Refrain

Arbet! Flaysik! Makh es ober bald!

Fun Meshl dem Geln bakumstu dayn gehalt

A hintish lebn, on inhalt un on tsil

Markovtshizne, a troyerike shpil!

Verse 2

Di tfise mayn eyntsike heym

a shreklekhe nest

Klep un geshreyen

un khazershe kest

Gants fri bay der arbet un shpet

tsurik aheym

un eyner fregt dem tsveytn:

vos vet fun undz zayn?

Refrain

Arbet! Flaysik! Makh es ober bald!

Fun Meshl dem Geln bakumstu dayn gehalt

A hintish lebn, on inhalt un on tsil

Markovtshizne, a troyerike shpil!

Verse 3

Far ale eyn goyrl

far ale eyn shtrebn

Azoy vi brider

darfn mir lebn

Ober ven es hungert eyn bruder

dayn gevisn iz vu?

Troyerik iz Markovtshizne

nokh derstu

Refrain

Arbet! Flaysik! Makh es ober bald!

Fun Meshl dem Geln bakumstu dayn gehalt

A hintish lebn, on inhalt un on tsil

Markovtshizne, a troyerike shpil!

Verse 1

I’m from Markovtshizne

and don’t I know it

Barefoot, with naked feet

my blood is chilled

Cursed!” they yell at me

My heart aches

Remaining alone, driven from home

now I stand and cry

Refrain:

Work! Hard! But make it quick!

From Meshl the Redhead comes your pay”

A dog’s life, without meaning, without purpose

Markovtshizne, a sad game.

Verse 2

The prison my only home,

a rotten nest

Blows and yelling

and food fit for pigs

Early to work and late

back home

And each one asks the other,

What will become of us?”

Refrain

Work! Hard! But make it quick!

From Meshl the Redhead comes your pay”

A dog’s life, without meaning, without purpose

Markovtshizne, a sad game.

Verse 3

For all one destiny,

for all one striving

Like brothers

we must live

But when one brother is hungry

Where’s your conscience?

Sad is Markovtshizne

and what next?

Refrain

Work! Hard! But make it quick!

From Meshl the Redhead comes your pay”

A dog’s life, without meaning, without purpose

Markovtshizne, a sad game.

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