Lyrics and music: Unknown
Tango Yona’s source: My Hometown Soroke:Yiddish Songs of the Ukraine sung by Arkady Gendler and personal transmission from Sam Knacker
translated by Jane Enkin and Justin Jaron Lewis
Shtey ikh unter rizike balkonen
Es hilkht op tsu mir klavirn-shpil Arum mir shteyen milionen mentshn vos laydn fil Nemt mikh on far dem folk der tsorn fun di ale vos laydn ot-o-do Fun ale vaytn, fun ale tsaytn hert men shpiln dem tango
Shik mir a shtral Vos zol balaykhtn mayne vegn Tsutrayb dem vint Vos er bashevet antkegen Shik mir di zun zi zol oystrikenen di trern Vos yorn fil, zey flisn shtil Un kenen nit oyfheren
Mikh getreysn hot er, az er vet kumen Shoyn lang az er avek iz in der shlakht Gegebn hot er mir a bintl blumen Un mir geheysn: Vart! Un azoy shtey ikh shoyn teg un yorn Mit di blumen vart ikh ot-o-do Vemen ikh bagegn, loyf ikh antkegen Zingt mir yeder dem tango
Shik mir a shtral Vos zol balaykhtn mayne vegn Tsutrayb dem vint Vos er bashevet antkegen Shik mir di zun zi zol oystrikenen di trern Vos yorn fil, zey flisn shtil Un kenen nit oyfheren
Gasn tumln, roysh fun cabaretn Gold, briyantn zet men on a shir Champagne, vaynen, roych fun sigaretn Dos fartsoybert (batsoybert) oykh mir…
Brekhn mikh di fis fun trotuarn Un oykh fun dem hinger vos mikh shvakht Shlof ikh oyf di benk fun bulvarn In a vinter triber nakht Ken gevis der politsay nit laydn Vos ikh kvetsh di bretlekh ot-o-do Dan mit zayn shtekn tut er mikh vekn Zing ikh im dem tango
Shik mir a shtral Vos zol balaykhtn mayne vegn Tsutrayb dem vint Vos er bashevet antkegen Shik mir di zun zi zol oystrikenen di trern Vos yorn fil, zey flisn shtil Un kenen nit oyfheren Un kenen nit oyfhern |
I’m standing under huge balconies Piano playing echoes to me Around me stand millions People who suffer so much Rage [צארן] for the people seizes me From all those who suffer right here From all far distances, from all sides You can hear playing this tango
Send me a ray That will light up my ways Drive away the wind that roars [?] against me Send me the sun to dry up the tears That for many years have flowed silently And cannot stop
He comforted me that he would come Long ago already, when he went away to the battle He gave me a little bunch of flowers And told me: Wait! And thus I have already been standing for days and years With the flowers I wait right here Anyone I meet, I run towards And each of them sings me this tango
Send me a ray That will light up my ways Drive away the wind that roars [?] against me Send me the sun to dry up the tears That for many years have flowed silently And cannot stop
Streets in excitement, noise from cabarets Gold, jewellery you can see without measure Champagne, wines, smoke from cigarettes This enchants me also…
My feet are breaking me from the sidewalks And also from the hunger which makes me weak I sleep on the benches on the boulevards On a dreary winter night The policeman certainly can’t stand it That I am squeezing the little boards [of the bench] here Then with his stick he wakes me up So I sing him this tango
Send me a ray That will light up my ways Drive away the wind that roars [?] against me Send me the sun to dry up the tears That for many years have flowed silently And cannot stop And cannot stop |