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Oj, wifil jorn
Senen farforn,
Sait ich bin a milner
Ot o do;
Di reder drejen sich,
Di jorn gejen sich,
Ich bin schojn alt un grajs un gro
S’ is teg varhanen
‘ch wil mich dermonen
Tsu ‘ch hob gehat
A schtikl glik –
Di reder drejen sich,
Di jorn gejen sich
Kejn entwer is nit do zurik
‘ch hob gehert sogn,
Men wel mich farjogn
Arojs fun dorf
Un fun der mil;
Di reder drejen sich,
Di jorn gehen sich,
Oj, on an ek un on a tsil
Fun glik vartribn
Bin ich geblibn,
On wajb, on kind,
O do alejn;
Di reder drejen sich,
Di jorn gejen sich,
Un ejlent bin ich wi a schtejn
Wu wel ich wojnen?
Wer wet mich schojnen?
Ich bin schojn alt,
Ich bin schojn mid –
Di reder drejen sich,
Di jorn gejen sich,
Un ojch mit sej gejt ojs der Jid.
Dem milners trern
Geschreven door
Mark Warschawski
(rond 1900)
Uitvoering: Zupfgeigenhandel
Op de cd Jiddische Lieder (Pläne 1979)
The sniper in the brain, regurgitating drain
Incestuous and vain, and many other last names
I look at my watch it say 9:25 and I think "Oh God I'm still alive"
We should be on by now
We should be on by now
Lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai
Lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai
Chimes - Goddamn, you're looking oldYou'll freeze and catch a cold'Cause you've left your coat behindTake your timeBreaking up is hard, but keeping dark is hatefulI had so many dreams, I had so many breakthroughsBut you, my love, were kind, but love has left you dreamlessThe door to dreams was closed, your park was real and
greenlessPerhaps you're smiling now, smiling through this darknessBut all I have to give is guilt for dreaming
We should be on by now
We should be on by now
We should be on by now
We should be on by now
We should be on by now
Lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai
Lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai
Lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai
Lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai
Lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai
Lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai
Lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai
Lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same
in a relative way,
but you're older
Shorter of breath and
one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter,
never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught
or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation
is the English way
The time is gone,
the song is over,
thought I'd something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
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