Mayn Kind - מייַו קינד

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mayn kind
muzik: yo ayznshtark
lirik: lipe shmeltser

her mayn kind ikh vil dir zogn
farshrayb dir in zikorn
vos ikh bin adurkh ven m'hot undz geshlogn
kh'dermon zikh haynt fun yene yorn

geven mit shrek arum genumen
azoy fil yidn geyen
mayn tate-mame dort umgekumen
ale shema yisroyl zey shrayen

in fayer m'hot farbrent
dos oys|haltn hob ikh koym gekent
in gantsn aleyn
tsu vem zol ikh geyn
ver vet hern mayn geveyn

        mayn kind dermon zikh nor
        s'iz geven amol nokh a dor
        bay yene milkhome
        di heylike neshome
        iz geven dos eyntsike nekhome

mayn kind liber kind zolst visn
yidish blut flegt gisn
in rusland in yurop in erets yisroyl
in lager zeks milyonen mit eynmol

mayn kind a dor kumt un geyt
kh'loz dir iber do aleyn
zolstu gedenken oyf eybik di reyd
dayn kind gib dos tsu farshteyn

dertseyl di groyse vunder
un oykh vayter far zeyere kinder
mir hobn gelitn
got hot gehitn
ales iz geven nor tsum gutn

        mayn kind dermon zikh nor
        s'iz geven amol nokh a dor
        bay yene milkhome
        di heylike neshome
        iz geven dos eyntsike nekhome

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gedenkt in shvere tsayt
mesiras nefesh hobn mir gehat
shrayt nor tsu got
ven tsores m'hot
\spell ekhod #Hd
shema yisroyl h' ekhod

        mayn kind dermon zikh nor
        s'iz geven amol nokh a dor
        bay yene milkhome
        di heylike neshome
        iz geven dos eyntsike nekhome

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Translation:

My Child
Music: Yo Aizenstark
Words: Lipa Schmelczer

Listen, my child, I want to tell you.
Record this in your memory:
What I lived through, when they attacked us.
Those years come back to me now.

It was fearful; we were surrounded.
So many Jews were walking,
My father and mother died there.
All were crying out "Shema Yisroyl!"

They were burned in fire.
I was barely able to survive.
I was all alone.
To whom could I turn?
Who would hear my wailing?

        My child, just remember:
        There was once another generation.
        During that war,
        One's holy soul
        Was one's only source of comfort.

My dear child, you should know:
Jewish blood used to flow.
In Russia, in Europe, in the Land of Israel,
and in the camps -- six million all at once.

My child, a generation comes and goes.
I myself step aside for you.
You should alway remember this speech
and make sure your own child understands.

Recount the great marvels,
And also further, for their children.
We suffered,
God protected,
It all turned out for the best.

        My child, just remember:
        There was once another generation.
        During that war,
        One's holy soul
        Was one's only source of comfort.

Merci à Raphael pour cette traduction. Voici son site web : http://www.cs.uky.edu/~raphael/