MOISHE OYSHER, Oyfn Veg Shteyt a Boym ON THE ROAD OAK GROWS (transliteration & translation, перевод)

MOISHE OYSHER Oyfn Veg Shteyt a Boym ON THE ROAD OAK GROWS (transliteration and translation added) Music by UNKNOWN AUTHOR Lyrics by Itzik Manger אויפֿן וועג שטייט אַ בוים ******* Label: RCA Victor_E3FW-0390 1S ** oyfn veyg shteyt a boym shteyt er ayngeboygn ale feygl finem boym zenen zikh tsefloygn ** dray keyn mizrekh, dray keyn mayrev in der resht keyn durem, in deym boym gelozt aleyn hefker farn shturem ** zug ikh tsi der mame: her zolst mir nor nit shtern vel ikh, mame, eyns in tsvey bald a foygl vern ** ikh vel zitsn oyfn boym in vel im farvign ibern vinter mit a treyst mit a sheynem nign **** zugt di mame: moyshe, kroyn in zi veynt mit trern kenst khulile oyfn boym mir farfroyrn vern ** zug ikh: mame, s'iz a shud dayne sheyne oygn in eyder vus in eyder ven bin ikh mir a foygl ** zugt di mame: moyshe, kind nem, im gotes viln, nem khotsch mit a shalikl, zolst zikh nisht farkiln ** di kaloshn ti dir un s'geyt a shvere vinter in di kitshmerl khap un vey iz mir in vind mir ** in dus grobe laybl nem, ti es un, di shoyte, oyb di vilst nit zayn a gast tsvishn ale toyte... ** kh'heyb di fligl, s'iz mir shver tsi fil, tsi fil zakhn hot di mame ungetun a feygele, a shvakhn ** kik ikh troyerik mir arayn in di mames oygn s'hot ir libshaft nit gelozt vern mir a foygl ** oyfn veg shteyt a boym shteyt er ayngeboygn, ale feygl finem boym zenen zikh tsefloygn ** mame, mame ******** BY THE ROAD OAK GROWS by Itzik Manger Translated from Yiddish by ARYE MENACHEM ******************** By the road oak grows, Bent in disarray. Sparrows and crows Have flown far away. ** Some to east, some to west, To the south went the rest. And the oak stands there alone, Facing storm on his own. ** I say to my mother: “Hear, I’m light and sturdy I am now, mommy dear Just a little birdy ** I’ll sit upon that tree, Singing lullaby, Whole winter to that tree. So it does not cry”. ** Says my mommy, “Moe, my dear, Tears flow from her eyes God forbid, on that tree You’ll turn into pile of ice ** I say, “ Mommy, do not waste Tears on what’s to be It doesn’t matter what you do A birdy- that is me. ** Says my mom, “Moe, my child, Do what you are told. Take a scarf, at least with you Or you’ll catch a cold. ** Dear, please wear your snow boots. This winter will be cold. Put on your warm hat too. You’ll make me gray and old. ** Put on your heavy vest Just don’t get me started! If you don’t want be a guest of dearly departed. ** I can’t lift my wing at all So many clothes Mom have overdressed Her birdy from head to toes. ** And mom looks sadly with her eyes I can’t say a word Her love kept me from turning Into little bird. *** By the road oak grows, Bent in disarray. Sparrows and crows Have flown far away. ************************* НА ДОРОГЕ ДУБ СТОИТ Стихи Ицика Мангера перевод с идиш Арье Менахема ***