A /kal-te nakht, a ne-bl-di-ke /fin-ster u-ne-tum/
/Sheyt a yin-ge-le far-troi-ert /un kuht, zikh a-rum
Fun /re-gn shtist im hor a vant,
A /ko-shi-kl trogt er in hant
Un/ zai-ne oy-gn be-tn ye-dn /shtum:
"Ikh /hob shoyn nit keyn ko-yekh mer
A-/rum-stu geyn in gas,/
/Hun-ge-rik un op-ge-ri-sn,/ fu-nem re-gn nas,
Ikh /shllep a-rum zikh fun ba-gi nen,/
/Key-ner git nit tsu far-di-nen,/
/A-le la-khn, ma-khn fun mir/ shpas."
Chorus:
Ku-pit-ye,/ koyfit zhe, koyft zhe pa-pi-/ro-sn,
/Tru-ke-ne, fun re-gn nit far/-go - sn,/
/Koyft zhe, bi-lik be-ne-mo-nes,/
/Koyft un hot af mir rakh-mo-nes,/
/Ra-te-vet fun hun-ger mikh a/-tsind.
Ku-pit-ye/, koyfit zhe, shve-be-lech an/-ti-kn,
Der/-mit vet ir a yo-se-ml der/-kvi - kn,
Um/-zist mayn shray-en un mayn loy-fin,/
/Key-ner vil bay mir nit koy-fn,/
/Oys-geyn vel ikh mu-zn vi a/ hunt."
Mayn /ta-te in milk-hom-e, hot far-loy-rn zay-ne hent
Mayn /ma-me hot di tsor-es mer oys-hal-tn nit ge-kent
/Yung in key-ver, zi ge-tri-bn
/Bin ikh oyf der velt far-bli-bn
/Um-glik-lakh un el-nt vi a shteyn
/Breklekh klayb ikh oyf tsum es-n, oyf dem al-tn mark
A /har-te bank iz mayn ge-leger, in dem kal-tn park
/In der-tsu di poi-tsy-an-tn
/Shlo-gn mikh mit shver-dn, kan-tn,
/S' -helft nit mayn /be-tn, mayn ge-veyn
Ikh /hob ge-hat a shves-te-rl, a kind fun der na-tur
Mit /mir tsu-za-men zikh ge-shlept hot, /zi a gant-sn yor,
/Mit ir ge-ven iz mir fil gringer
/Lay-kh-ter vern flegt der hin-ger
/Ven ikh fleg a kuk ton nor oyf ir.
/Mit a mol go-vern iz zi sh-vakh un zey-er krank
Oyf /may-ne hent ge-shtor-bn zi, /oyf a ga-sn bank
/Un az ikh hob zi far-loy-rn
/Hob ikh alts shoyn on-ge-voy-rn
/Zol der toyt shoyn ku-men oykh tsu mir.
A cold night, foggy, darkness everywhere
A boy stands sadly and looks around.
Only a wall protects him from the rain
He holds a basket in his hand
and his eyes beg everyone silently:
I don't have any strength left to walk the streets
Hungry and ragged, wet from the rain,
I shlep around from dawn.
Nobody gives me any earnings,
Everyone laughs and makes fun of me
Chorus: Please, Buy my cigarettes!
Dry ones, not wet from the rain
Buy real cheap,
Buy and have pity on me.
Save me from hunger now
Buy my matches, wonderful ones, the best,
And with that you will uplift an orphan.
My screaming and my running will be for naught
Nobody wants to buy from me
I will have to perish like a dog.
My father lost his hands in the war
My mother couldn't bear her troubles anymore
And was driven to her grave at a young age
I was left on this earth unhappy and alone like a stone
I gather crumbs to eat in the old market
A hard bench in the cold park is my bed
And on top of that, the police
Beat me with the edges of their swords and sticks
My pleas and my cries are of no use.
I had a little sister, a child of nature
Together we shlepped around for an entire year.
When with her, it was much easier for me.
My hunger would become lighter when I glanced at her
Suddenly she became weak and sick
Died in my arms on a street bench
And when I lost her I lost everything
Let death come already for me, too.
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