Chava Alberstein

Marc Chagall

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Pinturas de Marc Chagall Canção " "Unter dayne vayse shtern": Letra de Avraham Sutzkever (Yiddish) Música de Abraham Brudno Intérprete: Chava Alberstein UNTER DAYNE VAYSE SHTERN (text, Avraham Sutskever; melody, Abraham Brudno) Yiddish: Unter dayne vayse shtern Shtrek tsu mir dayn vayse hant. Mayne verter zaynen trern Viln ruen in dayn hant. Ze, es tunklt zeyer finkl In mayn kelerdikn blik. Un ikh hob gornit keyn vinkl Zey tsu shenken dir tsurik. Un ikh vil dokh, got getrayer, Dir fartroyen mayn farmeg. Vayl es mont in mir a fayer Un in fayer - mayne teg. Nor in kelern un lekher Veynt di merderishe ru. Loyf ikh hekher, iber dekher Un ikh zukh: vu bistu, vu? Nemen yogn mikh meshune Trep un hoyfin mit gevoy. Heng ikh - a geplaste strune Un ikh zing tsu dir azoy: Unter dayne vayse shtern Shtrek tsu mir dayn vayse hant. Mayne verter zaynen trern Viln ruen in dayn hant. English (singable translation by Roslyn Bresnick-Perry) Under Your Starry Heaven Under your white starry heaven Offer me your pale white hand. All my words are flowing teardrops, I would place them in your hand. Gone the luster from their brightness, Seen through morbid cellar view - And I no longer have my own space To reflect them back to you. My devoted God I offer Everything that I possess, As the fire that I suffer Fills each fiery day I pass. Only in the holes and cellars With deadly rest my days I share. I run higher - over spire Searching where are you, oh where? I am chased by phantom beings Stairs and courtyards goad me too. There I hang a broken bowstring - And I sing once more to you: Under your white starry heaven Offer me your pale white hand. All my words are flowing teardrops, I would place them in your hand. English (literal translation) Under Your white stars Stretch to me Your white hand. My words are tears, Wanting to rest in Your hand. See, they twinkle very darkly In my cellar-beaten view; And I have no place How to send them back to You. And I will, dear God, Confide in you these of mine While in me a fire grows And on fire are my days. But in cellars and holes Cries the murderous quiet I fly higher, over rooftops And I search: Where are You? Where? Something strange hunts me Stairs and courtyards are on chase I hang as a broken bow-string And I sing to You this way: Under Your white stars Stretch to me Your white hand. My words are tears, Wanting to rest in Your hand. Note: (from Mlotek and other sources) This song was written in the Vilna ghetto, words by Abraham Sutskever (1913-2010); music by Abraham Brudno (?-1944). It was first presented in the ghetto theater in the play " Di Yogenish in Fas" (the hunt in the barrel, a pun on Diogenes in a barrel.) It was first sung by Zlate Katcherginsky. After the liquidation of the ghetto, Suskever joined the partisan fighters. He survived the war and lived in Israel where he edited the literary quarterly "Di Goldene Keyt". Sutzkever died January, 20, 2010 The composer, Avrom Brudno, following the liquidation of the Vilna ghetto, was deported to a German concentration camp in Estonia, where he died. YW http://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=130271