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klezmerШедевральное музыкальное видео группы Даниэля Кана "The Painted Bird" при участии Псоя Короленко - "Марш безработных" Мордехая Гебиртига. Английские переводы и собственные стихи – вообще выдающийся талант Дэна. В общем, ынджой.
UPDATE: Чуть позже вечером Дэн прислал мне по почте историю написания английской версии "Марша безработных" и слова.
...written all at once at 4 am in California, 2009, after reading a NYtimes article about the growing jobless/homeless tent cities springing up around the west. I was also reminded of the federal "Job Corps" program.
ARBETSLOZER MARSH / MARCH OF THE JOBLESS CORPS
Music & Yiddish: Mordechai Gebirtig / English: Daniel Kahn
one, two, three, four, join the Marching Jobless Corps
no work in the factory / no more manufacturing
all the tools are broke & rusted / every wheel & window busted
through the city streets we go / idle as a CEO, idle as a CEO
1,2,3,4. . . .we don't have to pay no rent / sleeping in a camping tent
dumpster diving don't take money / every bite we share with twenty
let the yuppies have their wine / bread & water suit us fine
1,2,3,4. . . .worked & paid our union dues / what did years of that produce?
Houses, cars & other shit / for the riches' benefit
what do workers get for pay? / hungry broke & thrown away
eyns, tsvey, dray, fir, arbetsloze zenen mir
nisht gehert khodoshem lang / in fabrik dem hammerklang
s'lign keylem kalt fargesn / s'nemt der zhaver zey shoyn fresn
geyen mir arum in gas / vi di gvirim pust un pas
1,2,3,4. . . . yorn lang gearbet shver / un geshaft alts mer un mer
hayzer, shleser, shtet un lender / far a heyfele farshvender
undzer loyn derfar iz vos / hunger, noyt, un arbetsloz
one, two, three, four, pick yourselves up off the floor
unemployment marches on / so we'll sing a marching song
for a land, a world of justice / where no cop or boss can bust us
there'll be work for every hand / in a new & better land
eyns, tsvey, dray, fir, ot azoy marshirn mir
arbetsloze trit nokh trit / un mir zingen zikh a lid
far a land, a velt, a naye / vu es lebn mentshn fraye
arbetsloz iz keyn shum hand / in dem nayem frayn land
UPDATE: Чуть позже вечером Дэн прислал мне по почте историю написания английской версии "Марша безработных" и слова.
...written all at once at 4 am in California, 2009, after reading a NYtimes article about the growing jobless/homeless tent cities springing up around the west. I was also reminded of the federal "Job Corps" program.
ARBETSLOZER MARSH / MARCH OF THE JOBLESS CORPS
Music & Yiddish: Mordechai Gebirtig / English: Daniel Kahn
one, two, three, four, join the Marching Jobless Corps
no work in the factory / no more manufacturing
all the tools are broke & rusted / every wheel & window busted
through the city streets we go / idle as a CEO, idle as a CEO
1,2,3,4. . . .we don't have to pay no rent / sleeping in a camping tent
dumpster diving don't take money / every bite we share with twenty
let the yuppies have their wine / bread & water suit us fine
1,2,3,4. . . .worked & paid our union dues / what did years of that produce?
Houses, cars & other shit / for the riches' benefit
what do workers get for pay? / hungry broke & thrown away
eyns, tsvey, dray, fir, arbetsloze zenen mir
nisht gehert khodoshem lang / in fabrik dem hammerklang
s'lign keylem kalt fargesn / s'nemt der zhaver zey shoyn fresn
geyen mir arum in gas / vi di gvirim pust un pas
1,2,3,4. . . . yorn lang gearbet shver / un geshaft alts mer un mer
hayzer, shleser, shtet un lender / far a heyfele farshvender
undzer loyn derfar iz vos / hunger, noyt, un arbetsloz
one, two, three, four, pick yourselves up off the floor
unemployment marches on / so we'll sing a marching song
for a land, a world of justice / where no cop or boss can bust us
there'll be work for every hand / in a new & better land
eyns, tsvey, dray, fir, ot azoy marshirn mir
arbetsloze trit nokh trit / un mir zingen zikh a lid
far a land, a velt, a naye / vu es lebn mentshn fraye
arbetsloz iz keyn shum hand / in dem nayem frayn land
