Emil Gorovets Libinke, tsarte un eydele with transliteration translation

Libinke, tsarte un eydele ליבינקע, צארטע און איידעלע She's beauty, sweetness, sincerity.
Music by Emil Gorovets (1923-2001)
Poem by Moyshe Kulbak (1896-1937)
English translation: Arye Menachem (LM)©
מוזיק פֿון עמיל (ירחמיאל) גאָראָװעץ
װערטער פֿון משה קולבאַק
The Greater Recording Co. GRC-350 / 1977

KULBAKS BIOGRAPHY AT THE END

libinke, tsarte un eydele
zukht un gefint aza meydele
groye, tseshrokene feygelekh
zaynen di libenkes eygelekh

falt aykh di khvalekhlekh kleyninke
falt vi di hor fun mayn sheyninke
lo'mir zikh shpiln in knipelekh
kushn zikh heys in di lipelekh

flit aykh di vintelekh kilinke
flit un gris aykh di shtilinke
zogt 's'iz mir bang aleyn, aleyn”
zogt, “ir der veg iz der tsaytik iz shoyn” (sheyn= litvish aroysred far gramen)

falt aykh di khvalekhlekh kleyninke
falt vi di hor fun mayn sheyninke
lo'mir zikh shpiln in knipelekh
kushn zikh heys in di lipelekh
lo'mir zikh shpiln in berelekh
lo'mir farhulyen di yerelekh
libinke, tsarte un eydele
zukht un gefint aza meydele

She's beauty, sweetness, sincerity.

She's beauty, sweetness, sincerity.
The girl like this is a a rarity.
And when I look in my sweetheart's eyes
I see the blue beauty of the skies.

And then small waves break and fall ashore
Just like my heart soars when she opens the door
Let's sit and hold to each other's hips.
Let's kiss each other hard on the lips.

I feel cool wind caressing my face.
It says to me in its cool embrace
He whispers that he regrets to say
It's time for you to be on your way.

And then small waves break and fall ashore
Just like my heart soars when she opens the door
Let's sit and hold to each other's hips.
Let's kiss each other hard on the lips.

Let's sit, hug, and grasp each other's arms
Let years pass as I fall for your charms.
She's beauty, sweetness, sincerity.
The girl like this is a a rarity.


ליבינקע, צאַרטע און אײדעלע
זוכט און געפֿינט אַזאַ מײדעלע
גרױע, צעשראָקענע פֿײגעלעך
זײַנען די ליבענקעס אײגעלעך

פֿאַלט אײַך די כװאַלעכלעך קלײנינקע
פֿאַלט װי די האָר פֿון מײַן שײנינקע
לאָ'מיר זיך שפּילן אין קניפּעלעך
קושן זיך הײס אין די ליפּעלעך

פֿליט אײַך די װינטעלעך קילינקע
פֿליט און גריס אײַך די שטילינקע
זאָגט 'ס'איז מיר באַנג אַלײן, אַלײן”
זאָגט, איר דערװײט איז דער צײַטיק שױן

פֿאַלט אײַך די כװאַלעכלעך קלײנינקע
פֿאַלט װי די האָר פֿון מײַן שײנינקע

לאָ'מיר זיך שפּילן אין קניפּעלעך
קושן זיך הײס אין די ליפּעלעך
לאָ'מיר זיך שפּילן אין בערעלעך
לאָ'מיר פֿאַרהוליען די יערעלעך
ליבינקע, צאַרטע און אײדעלע
זוכט און געפֿינט אַזאַ מײדעלע
Moyshe Kulbak ( משה קולבאַק, 1896, Smarhoń – 1937, near Minsk) Kulbak studied at the Volozhin Yeshiva in Belarus (then in the Russian empire). During the First World War he lived in Kovno (today, Kaunas, Lithuania), where he began to write poetry in Hebrew, before switching to Yiddish. He made his publishing debut in Yiddish in 1916,with the poem "Shterndl" (Little star). In 1918 he moved to the city of Minsk; in 1919, after the Soviet Revolution, to Vilna (today Vilnius, Lithuania); and in 1920 to Berlin. In 1923 he came back to Vilna, which after the war had become part of newly independent Poland, and was a center of Yiddish literary culture. In Vilna he taught modern Yiddish literature at the Real-Gymnasium (a Yiddish-speaking high school), as well as at the Yiddish teachers' seminary. By 1928 he became disappointed with the literary atmosphere in Poland, and decided to return to Minsk (capital of the Soviet Belarus), where much of his family lived, and where there was a lively Yiddish literary scene. In Minsk, Kulbak worked for several media organizations and for the Jewish section of the Academy of Sciences of Belarus. Kulbak wrote poems, fantastical or "mystical" novels, and, after moving to the Soviet Union, what are described by one source as "Soviet" satires. In September 1937, Moyshe Kulbak was arrested during a wave of Stalinist purges. He was accused of espionage and executed a month later together with several dozens of other Belarusian writers, intellectuals and administrators. In 1956, after the death of Joseph Stalin, he was officially rehabilitated by the Soviet authorities.קושן זיך הײס אין די ליפּעלעך

פֿליט אײַך די װינטעלעך קילינקע
פֿליט און גריס אײַך די שטילינקע
זאָגט 'ס'איז מיר באַנג אַלײן, אַלײן”
זאָגט, איר דערװײט איז דער צײַטיק שױן

פֿאַלט אײַך די כװאַלעכלעך קלײנינקע
פֿאַלט װי די האָר פֿון מײַן שײנינקע

לאָ'מיר זיך שפּילן אין קניפּעלעך
קושן זיך הײס אין די ליפּעלעך
לאָ'מיר זיך שפּילן אין בערעלעך
לאָ'מיר פֿאַרהוליען די יערעלעך
ליבינקע, צאַרטע און אײדעלע

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