1. |
FTP in der Gasn
02:33
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In ale gasn vu men geyt
Hert men zabostovkes
Yinglekh, meydlekh, kind un keyt
Shmusen fun nabovkes
Genug shoyn brider horeven,
Genug shoyn borgn layen,
Makht a zabostovke,
Lomir brider zikh bafrayen!
Brider un shvester,
Lomir zikh gebn di hent,
Lomir Nikoleykelen
Tsebrekhn di vent!
Mir makhn keyn sof biz se vet
men rufn di politsay
Un oykh dan mir heybn
on oyfsnay, vi s’volt
Gornit nit geshen
[Chorus] Hey, hey, daloy politsey!
Daloy samederzhvayets v'rasey!
Brider un shvester,
Lomir geyn tsuzamen,
Lomir Nikkolaykelen
Bagrobn mit der mamen!
Brothers and sisters,
All gather round
Together we are strong enough
To bring this Tsar down!
[Chorus]
Nekhtn hot er gefirt
A vegele mit mist
Haynt is er gevorn
A kapitalist!
Mir makhn keyn sof biz se vet
men rufn di politsay
Un oykh dan mir heybn
on oyfsnay, vi s’volt
Gornit nit geshen
We won’t stop until
somebody calls the cops
And even then we’ll start again
And just pretend that
nothing ever happened
[Chorus]
Out of your houses, into the streets
Everybody say, “Fuck the Police!”
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2. |
Why, Oh Dona
05:38
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Why is the calf on a wagon?
Why the mournful eye?
Because the calf is bound for market
And that calf is gonna die.
[Eng Chorus]
How the winds are laughing
They laugh with all their might
Laugh and laugh the whole day through
And half the Summer’s night
Why is a calf not a swallow?
Why, oh why, oh why?
Cuz calves don’t have wings to fly
So that calf is gonna die.
Why does a calf go to slaughter
Not knowing the reason why?
Cuz calves don’t have wings to fly
That calf is gonna die.
Why, oh why, oh why oh?
Why, oh why, oh why?
Because because because because
Goodbye goodbye goodbye
Why won’t the calf just grow wings?
Then he won’t have to die
If you weren’t sending calves to market
Then they wouldn’t need to fly!
[Yid Chorus]
Lakht der vint in korn
Lakht un lakht un lakht
Lakht er op a tog a gantsn
Mit a halber nakht
Oyfn furl ligt a kelbl
Ligt gebundn mit a shtrik
Hoykh in himl flit a foygl
Flit un dreyt zikh hin un tsrik
[Yid Chorus] Dona, dona…
Schrayt dos kelbl, zogt der poyer
Ver zhe heyst dikh zayn a kalb?
Volst gekent dokh zayn a foygl
Volst gekent dokh zayn a schvalb.
[Yid Chorus] Dona, dona…
Calves are easily bound and slaughtered,
Never knowing the reason why
But whoever treasures freedom
Like the swallow has learned to fly.
[Eng Chorus] Dona, dona…
Why oh why oh why oh?
Dona dona dona don.
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3. |
Anti-National Meats
00:39
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It's that old fashioned flavor
That all the folks favor
Hebrew anti-national meats
They're a treat to be sure
‘Cause the beef is so pure
Hebrew anti-national meats
You'll find corned beef and roast beef
Salami, pastrami
And wonderful frankfurters too
They are surely delicious
And purely nutritious
Hebrew anti-national…
Anti-national meats.
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4. |
Oy Zionists
02:07
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Oy, ir narishe tsionistn
Mit ayer narishn meykhl
Ir makh dokh geyn tsu dem arbeter
Un lernen bay im seykhl!
Ir vilt undz forn keyn Yerushalaim!
Mir zaln dortn golodayen
Mir viln beser zayn in Rus[n]land,
Mir veln zikh bafrayen!
Oh you foolish little Zionists
With your utopian mentality
You'd better go down to the factory
And learn the worker's reality.
You want to take us to Jerusalem
So we can die as a nation
We'd rather stay in the Diaspora
And fight for our liberation
Глупенькие сионисты,
Вы такие утописты.
Вы бы лучше шли в рабочие
Или в трубочисты.
В Иерушалаим
Идти за вами не желаем,
Мы в Рассее останемся -
Бороться с Николаем!
Мы в рассеяньи останемся -
Бороться с Николаем!
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Rabosay, rabosay, khakhomim on a breg,
Kh’vel aykh fregn, kh’vel aykh fregn,
Entfert ale oyf mayn shayle:
Oh wise rabbi, I have a question:
Vi azoy trinkt der keyser tey?
How does the tsar drink his tea?
Vi azoy trinkt der keyser tey?
Me nemt a hitele tsuker,
You take a barrel of sugar,
Un me makht in dem a lekhele,
And you carve a hole in the top,
Un me gist arayn heyse vaser,
Pour in the hot water,
Un me misht, un me misht
And you stir, and you stir
Ot azoy, just like that, ot azoy,
Ot azoy trinkt der keyser tey.
That’s how the tsar drinks his tea.
Ot azoy trinkt der keyser tey.
Rabosay, rabosay, khakhomim on a breg,
Kh’vel aykh fregn, kh’vel aykh fregn,
Oh Rabbi, another question
Entfert ale oyf mayn shayle:
Vi azoy est der keyser bulbes?
How does the tsar eat potatoes?
Vi azoy est der keyser bulbes?
Me nemt a fesele puter
Un me shtelt avek dem keyser
Oyf der anderer zayt,
Un a rote soldatn, mit harmatn,
Shisn di bulbes durkh der puter
Dem keyser glaykh in moyl arayn!
So basically, you shoot a potato
From a cannon, through a wall of butter
Straight into the tsar’s mouth!
Ot azoy, ot azoy, just like that
Ot azoy est der keyser bulbes.
That’s how the tsar eats potatoes.
Ot azoy est der keyser bulbes.
One more question.
Rabosay, rabosay, khakhomim on a breg,
Kh’vel aykh fregn, kh’vel aykh fregn,
Entfert ale oyf mayn shayle:
Vi azoy shloft der keyser bay nakht?
How does the tsar sleep at night?
Vi azoy shloft der keyser bay nakht?
You fill a room full of feathers
Me shit on a fuln kheyder mit federn,
And the room is so full
Un me khmalet ahin arayn
That you have to
Dem keyser cram the tsar in, and
Un dray polk soldatn
Then you have three hundred soldiers
Shteyen a gantse stand guard
Nakht un shrayen all night.
And then they yell:
Shut Sha! the fuck Sha! up! Sha!
Just like that
Ot azoy, ot azoy
Ot azoy shloft der keyser bay nahkt.
That’s how the tsar sleeps at night.
Ot azoy shloft der keyser bay nahkt.
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6. |
Good Filter Fish
02:11
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7. |
Shpilt Zhe Mir
03:48
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Bayt zhe mir oys a finfuntsvantsiker
Oyf samerodne drayer;
Un shpilt zhe mir, klezmorimlekh,
A lidele, a tayer.
Rim-cherum, cherim-cherum…
Bayt zhe mir oys a finfuntsvantsiker
Oyf samerodne firer;
Un shpilt zhe mir, klezmorimlekh,
Dos zelbike, vos frier.
Rim-cherum, cherim-cherum…
Bayt zhe mir oys a finfuntsvantsiker
Oyf samerodne tsener;
Un shpilt zhe mir, klezmorimlekh,
Dos zelbike, nor shener.
Rim-cherum, cherim-cherum…
Bayt zhe mir oys a finfuntsvantsiker
Oyf same imperyaln;
Ikh vel betn di klezmorimlekh,
Zey zoln zikh nit ayln.
Rim-cherum, cherim-cherum…
Or blow me a kiss,
And that’s lucky too.
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8. |
Stanton Street
01:30
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Dumm ba dum bum bum…!
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9. |
Mayn Rue Platz
04:08
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Nit zukh mikh vu di mirtn grinen.
Gefinst mikh dortn nit, mayn shats.
Vu lebns velkn bay mashinen,
Dortn iz mayn rue plats.
Nit zukh mikh vu di feygl zingen.
Gefinst mikh dortn nit, mayn shats.
A shklaf bin ikh vu keytn klingen,
Dortn iz mayn rue plats.
Nit zukh mikh vu fontanen shpritsn.
Gefinst mikh dortn nit, mayn shats.
Vu trern rinen, tseyner kritsn,
Dortn iz mayn rue plats.
Un libstu mikh mit varer libe,
To kum tsu mir, mayn guter shats,
Un hayter oyf mayn harts di tribe
Un makh mir zis mayn rue plats.
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10. |
Hungry Yid
03:40
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Kh’hob a vayb un kind in Baltimor, Dick
Kh’bin aroys af a rege un mer nit tsurik.
Vi a taykh vos zayn tsvek iz im umbakant
Kh’hob farkerevet ergets un vayter geshpant.
[Chorus] Yeder eyner hot a hungerik harts
Yeder eyner hot a hungerik harts
Geyn in gevet af dayn grestn shats
Yeder eyner hot a hungerik harts
I had a basement room in Capitol Hill
When I moved in, rent was $350 still
Like the Amazon don’t know where it’s flowing
It flooded in, and I had to get going
[Chorus]
Everybody needs a place to rest
Everybody wants to have a home
Don’t make no difference what nobody says
Ain’t nobody like to be alone
Everybody’s got a hungry heart
Everybody’s got a hungry heart
Lay down your money
And you play your part
Everybody’s got a hungry heart
[Chorus]
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