די טרערן פֿון די געדריקטע

Published on 1 May 2026 at 21:58

In der fri iz der yam bloy...

Di trern fun di gedrikte

In der fri iz der yam bloy, 

Glat vi a fenstershoyb. 

In der heykh, vayse feygl, 

Inem yam, a kleynink shifl. 

Baym breg yam shpiln zikh kinder. 

Nokh mitog iz der yam groy, 

Baflekt vi heringshupn. 

In der heykh, groye volkns, 

Inem yam, a kleynink shifl. 

Baym breg yam arbetn mentshn. 

In ovnt iz der yam shvarts, 

Ratsik vi a shteynerfeld. 

In der heykh, shvartse dronen, 

Inem yam, a kleynink shifl. 

Baym breg yam vartn di zelners. 

Un ot zaynen di trern fun di gedrikte;

Un nito ver zol zey treystn.

The tears of the oppressed

In the morning the sea is blue,

Smooth like a windowpane.

Up high, white birds,

In the sea, a little ship.

By the seashore children are playing.

After midday the sea is gray,

Spotted like herring scales.

Up high, gray clouds,

In the sea, a little ship.

By the seashore people are working.

In the evening the sea is black,

Rough like a field of stones.

Up high, black drones,

In the sea, a little ship.

By the seashore the soldiers are waiting.

And these are the tears of the oppressed;

And there is no one to comfort them.

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