Ze s’iz harbst, Un vos gegrint fargelt, farvyanet
Ze s’iz harbst, Un vos geblit fargeyt
Un ikh vos kh'hob gemeynt S’iz shtendik friling
Un kh'halt in hant Di gantse eybikeyt
Oho, falndike bleter! Oho, fliyendike teg!
Oho, vi vel ikh itster blondzhen
Ven s’ligt gedikhter nepl Af mayn veg
Krakn feygl, zogn troyerik:„zay gezunt dir!“
Krekhst in fentster Un se klogt der vint
„o, vi volt ikh itst avek fun danen
Tsun a breg Vu nokh der friling grint…“
Oho, falndike bleter! Oho, fliyendike teg!
Oho, vi vel ikh itster blondzhen
Ven s’ligt gedikhter nepl Af mayn veg
Flit der regn - A galop af vildn ferdl
Roymt mir ayn a sod: Er hot mikh holt
„tsu vos-zhe darftsu Vartn afn friling
Az s’hot der osyen fule koyshns gold.“
Oho, falndike bleter! Oho, fliyendike teg!
Oho, vi vel ikh itster blondzhen
Ven s’ligt gedikhter nepl Af mayn veg
(A rather free translation)
Autumn’s here
And what was green is gold & withered
Autumn's here, the summer's at an end
I thought somehow that it would last forever
I thought I held forever in my hand
Oh, all the leaves are falling
Oh, the summer days are gone
Oh, the fog is in the valley
So how am I to know the road I’m on?
Birds are headed south outside my window
And the wind lets out a high & lonesome sigh
It whispers how it wishes it were somewhere
Far away where summer fills the sky
Oh, all the leaves are falling
Oh, the days all slip away
Oh, the fog is in the valley
How can November ever turn to May?
Rain beats down like racing wild horses
Falling to the ground so hard & cold
It asks me why I'm always waiting for the springtime
When fall is where the year spins all its gold
Oh, all the leaves are falling
Oh, it's darker everyday
Oh, the fog is all around me
So how am I to ever find my way?
http://www.jewishfolksongs.com/en/harbstlid
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Ze, s'iz harbst -- |
See, it's fall -- |
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Un vos gegrint fargelt, farvyanet. |
And all that greened has yellowed, withered. |
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Ze, s'iz harbst -- |
See, it's fall -- |
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Un vos geblit fargeyt ... |
And all that bloomed is gone ... |
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Un ikh, vos kh'hob gemeyn s'iz shtendik friling |
And I who thought that spring would last forever, |
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Un kh'halt in hant |
And in my hand I hold |
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Di gantse eybikeyt. |
Eternity. |
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Oho, falndike bleter! |
Oho, falling leaves! |
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Oho, fliyendike teg! |
Oho, flying days! |
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Oho, vi vel ikh itster blondzhen, |
Oho, how will I wander now, |
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Ven s'ligt gedikhter nepl af mayn veg.. |
When thick fog settles on my way ... |
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Kraken feygl, |
Sadly cawing birds |
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Zogn troyerik: "Zay gezunt dir!" |
Say: "Good-bye!" |
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Krekhtst in fentster |
At the window |
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Un se klogt der vint: |
The moaning, wailing wind: |
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"O, vi volt ikh itst avek fun danen |
"I wish that I could get away from here |
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Tsun a breg |
To a shore |
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Vu nokh der friling grint ..." |
Where there is still green spring ..." |
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Oho, falndike ... |
Oho, falling ... |
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Flit der regn -- |
Driving rain |
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A galop af vildn ferdl. |
Gallops on a wild horse, |
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Roymt mir ayn a sod: er hot mikh holt. |
Whispers secret love into my ear: |
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"Tsu vos zhe darfstu vartn afn friling, |
"Why do you need to wait for springtime |
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Az s'hot der osyen fule koyshns gold." |
When autumn offers baskets full of gold? |
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Oho, falndike ... |
Oho, falling ... |
Source: Schaechter-Gottesman, Beyle, Zumerteg: Tsvantsik zinglider. Yiddish League, 1990
https://genius.com/Daniel-kahn-harbstlid-lyrics
Ze s’iz harbst. Un vos gegrint fargelt, farvyanet
Ze s’iz harbst Un vos geblit fargeyt
Un ikh vos kh'hob gemeynt S’iz shtendik friling
Un kh'halt in hant Di gantse eybikeyt
Oho, falndike bleter! Oho, fliyendike teg!
Oho, vi vel ikh itster blondzhen
Ven s’ligt gedikhter nepl Af mayn veg
Krakn feygl, zogn troyerik: „zay gezunt dir!“
Krekhst in fentster Un se klogt der vint
„o, vi volt ikh itst avek fun danen
Tsun a breg Vu nokh der friling grint…“
Flit der regn - A galop af vildn ferdl
Roymt mir ayn a sod: Er hot mikh holt
„tsu vos-zhe darftsu Vartn afn friling
Az s’hot der osyen fule koyshns gold.“
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Ze s’iz harbst, Un vos gegrint fargelt, farvyanet
Ze s’iz harbst. Un vos geblit fargeyt
Un ikh vos kh'hob gemeynt S’iz shtendik friling
Un kh'halt in hant Di gantse eybikeyt
Oho, falndike bleter! Oho, fliyendike teg!
Oho, vi vel ikh itster blondzhen, Ven s’ligt gedikhter nepl Af mayn veg
Krakn feygl, zogn troyerik: „zay gezunt dir!“
Krekhst in fentster Un se klogt der vint
„o, vi volt ikh itst avek fun danen
Tsun a breg Vu nokh der friling grint...“
Autumn’s here And what was green is gold & withered
Autumn's here, the summer's at an end
I thought somehow that it would last forever
I thought I held forever in my hand
Oh, all the leaves are falling, Oh, the summer days are gone
Oh, the fog is in the valley, So how am I to know the road I’m on?
Birds are headed south outside my window
And the wind lets out a high & lonesome sigh
It whispers how it wishes it were somewhere
Far away where summer fills the sky
Oh, all the leaves are falling, Oh, the days all slip away
Oh, the fog is in the valley. How can November ever turn to May?
https://genius.com/Daniel-kahn-harbstlid-lyrics. This has sound track.
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