Theodore Bikel A Finf-Un-Tsvantsiger

Текст песни "Theodore Bikel — A Finf-Un-Tsvantsiger"

Bayt-zhe mir oys a finf-un-tsvantsiger
Oyf samerodne drayer
Un shpilt-zhe mir, klezmorimlakh,
A lidele, a tayer.

Bayt-zhe mir oys a finf-un-tsvantsiger
Oyf samerodne firer
Un shpilt-zhe mir, klezmorimlakh,
Dos zelbige vi frier.

Bayt-zhe mir oys a finf-un-tsvantsiger
Oyf samerodne tsener
Un shpilt-zhe mir, klezmorimlakh,
Dos zelbige, nokh sheyner.

Bayt-zhe mir oys a finf-un-tsvantsiger
Oyf same imperyalen.
Ikh vel betn di klezmorimlakh
Zey zoln zikh nit aylen.

The Twenty-Fiver (A drunken wedding guest plies the klezmorim with money, exhorting them to play his favorite song over and over)

Please change for me a twenty-fiver
Into equal parts of three
And play for me, little musicians,
A precious little song.

Please change for me a twenty-fiver
Into equal parts of four
And play for me, little musicians,
The same one as before.

Please change for me a twenty-fiver
Into equal parts of ten
And play for me, little musicians,
The same one, but sweeter.

Please change for me a twenty-fiver
Into equal imperials.
I will tell the little musicians
They shouldn't hurry.