Vos hot lib a yidele Worksheet

vos hot lib a yidele

muzik un verter: beyle schaechter-gottesman

vos hot lib a yidele?
vos hot lib a yidele?
entfert ale hoykh af a kol
a yid hot lib a nigele,
a tsimbele, a fidele,
a yid hot lib a lidl fun amol.

refreyn:

oho, ze nor vi es heybt zikh barg un tol
mit nigele, mit fidele,
mit tsimbele, mit lidele
es tsit un tsit dos lidl fun amol.

heybn zikh nor fis un hent,
tsitern azh tir un vent
vos i' di gedule mitamol?
zest nisht, s'iz a nigele,
a tsimbele, a fidele,
herst nisht s'iz a lidl fun amol?

refreyn

sheptshn shier farloyrene,
klangen nisht geboyrene
viln shpiln azh s'zol geyn a roykh
mit nigele, mit fidele,
mit tsimbele, mit lidele
makhetonem af der simkhe vern oykh.

refreyn

shtelt men zikh avek in rey
vartn afn solovey
oyfkhapn a pishtshe fun zayn kol
a pipsl fun a nigele,
a tsimbele, a fidele,
a krishke fun a lidl fun amol.

refreyn

lozt men zikh a karahod
yeder vos a kol nor hot
un me shpilt a mol un nokh a mol
mit nigele, mit fidele,
mit tsimbele, mit lidele
es tsit un brit dos lidl fun a mol.

What is loved by all the Jews?

Words and music: Beyle Schaechter-Gottesman
Translation: Asya Vaisman Schulman

What is loved by all the Jews?
What is loved by all the Jews?
Raise your voices, all of you who know!
As Jews, we love a little tune,
A violin, a cimbalom,
As Jews, we love a song from long ago.

Refrain:

Oh-oh, see how hills and dales do skip and run,
With little tunes, with violins,
With litte songs, with cimbaloms,
The song from long ago lives on and on.

Arms and legs move up and down,
Walls and doors are trembling now.
Why all of a sudden this big show?
Don't you see? It is a tune,
a violin, a cimbalom,
Don't you hear the song from long ago?

Refrain

Whispers nearly lost, forlorn,
Sounds that have yet not been born
Want to play 'til they burst into flame,
With little tunes, with violins,
With little songs, with cimbaloms,
Honored at the party all the same.

Refrain

Form a line and we'll prevail
Waiting for the nightingale
Just to catch a twitter of his tone,
A small trill of a little tune,
A violin, a cimbalom,
A morsel of a song from long ago.

Refrain

Form a circle, come along,
Everyone whose voice is strong
We'll keep playing more and more, just so,
With little tunes, with violins,
With little songs, with cimbaloms,
It tugs and burns, the song from long ago.