Daniel Kahn & The Painted Bird - Unter Di Khurves Fun Poyln video free download


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Uploaded: 2010/02/13

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9 years ago

Noa Abla

There is also one more translation i know :FATEUnder the ruins of PolandLies a head with blond hair.Both the head and the ruinsAre true.Over the ruins of PolandThe snow keeps falling and falling,The blond head of my girlGives me great pain.Fate my fate,Fate, my fate.Pain is sitting at the deskWriting a long letter.The tear in his eyesIs deep and true.Over the ruins of PolandA bird flutters about.A great bird of mourningFlutters his wings piously.Fate my fate,Fate, my fate.The great bird of mourning(My sad spirit),Bears this song of mourningOn his wings.

11 years ago

theaprilhare

"Dolye" means "fate" (usually with a negative or painful connotation).

11 years ago

Zinger Maring

It was written by Itsik Manger, one of the best Yiddish songwriters (poets) ever.

11 years ago

Zinger Maring

Dolye also means fate, as it is used in this beautiful song, I believe.

11 years ago

boropark112

Wow!!!! so emotional!!!!!

12 years ago

stanley f. Levine

@AnnaAshira I can't imagine why this was flagged as spam, and don't know what I can do to change this unfair libel. These words are in fact very moving. Is this your translation? If not, where did you find it? I would like to see the translation of the entire piece.

12 years ago

severin martl

@beidlschneider a giant black bird, flying over the town he carries on his wings, this ode of mourning pain

12 years ago

severin martl

my english sucks under the ruins of poland, a head with blond hair the head and also the ruins, heavy in my mind doyle, my doyle...doyle can be translated as my dear over the ruins of poland, the snow falls down the blond head of my girl, its so sad for me to search the sadness sits on the table, and writes a long letter to her the tears fill his eyes, the words become real doyle mayne doyle, blablabla ^^ over the ruins of poland, a black bird a giant black bird, flies over the city

12 years ago

Kirill Bolshakov

@AnnaAshira Thanks, this is a nice song!

12 years ago

Noa Abla

Over the ruins of Poland, up in the skies of white, A great black raven of mourning silently winging in flight The great, black raven of mourning, (How my heart lives in this bird!) He bears on his wing while flying this lowly mournful dirge

12 years ago

Kirill Bolshakov

Is there a translation available elsewhere?

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