Itzik Manger - צײַט־באַלאַדע (Tsayt-balade) Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

English

Ballad of the Times

There’s a dead child lying in the road,
A little girl with blond hair.
Five or six weeks more maybe
She’d have reached her seventh year.
Marshal Goering is playing with his child.

The mother is standing in the road,
She wrings her white hands thin with grief.
She saw the town unpeopled
And flames come through her roof.
Marshal Goering is playing with his child.

And carts and wagons are dragging past
With bags and baggage and they must go
Wandering the roads who had
A house and home an hour ago.
Marshal Goering is playing with his child.

The village has and the town has
Lost all the people who lived there
Who now must ride or walk to know
What mercy God can spare.
Marshal Goering is playing with his child.

The mother is standing in the road
And there she will remain
For who’d leave lying in the road
Her sleeping child alone?
Marshal Goering is playing with his child.

She sits, she wraps her dead child round
In her grey shawl until
Above the wood there’s an autumn moon
Like a big and silver medal.
Marshal Goering is playing with his child.

The Marshal sings: Little girl of mine
Your father is a blond bear.
Under his window the brown army
Tramp-tramp away to war.
Marashal Goering is playing with his child.

The mother sings: Little girl of mine
My gold, my crown, my everything
Your mother is a willow tree
By the roadside weeping.
Marshal Goering is playing with his child.

And over her dead child she bows
Grieving like a willow there
And the breeezes of September play
With her black unfastened hair.
Marshal Goering is playing with his child.

The Marshal sings: Little girl of mine
Your father is a field marshal,
The harvest moon that shines upon
His breast is a silver medal.
Marshal Goering is playing with his child.

The mother sings: Little girl of mine
My child, my daughter dead so soon
Your mother is an owl now
And tells the wind her pain.
Marshal Goering is playing with his child.
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This is a song that I thought up
In London, in a hospital,
The song of the dead child in the road
And the fat field marshal
Who kills, and plays with his child.

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That name of yours,
I've already erased it from my heart.

And go, you are free,
go but remember
that, like me, one day
you will suffer this way.

But this name of mine
will return again to your lips
and your heart
surely will seek me out.

But no, don't fool yourself
that I can wait for you
and if you leave me,
no, don't return.

And go, you are free,
and go but remember
that it will be your fault
if you regret me.

~~~~~

But no, don't fool yourself
that I can wait for you
and if you leave me,
no, no, don't return.

And go, you are free,
and go but remember
that it will be your fault
if you regret me.

And go, you are free,
and go, you are free,
and go, you are free,
and go, you are free.

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I trust you and therefore
if I ask you a favor,
you shouldn't say no,
you mustn't say no to me.

Then speak to him,
you who know everything about me.
Tell him that yesterday
I went out with you.

Speak to him,
you know what I did.
Please tell him
that I never lied to him.

Yes, I know you're sorry,
but it's your fault that he
this evening
didn't show up with me
and you already understood why.

And so speak to him,
make peace between us
and don't tell me,
don't tell me that you can't.

Oh, speak to him,
you know what I did.
Please tell him
that I never lied to him.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, speak to him,
you who know everything about me.
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Speak to him,
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that will stay with you throughout your life,
a song be will leave a mark in your heart
that will never be erased.

Tonight I'll relive for the last time
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Clear,
the water slipped away
and the image of your smile
the river mirrored.

A reflection in the water,
a reflection in the water,
a reflection in the water,
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A reflection in the water,
a reflection in the water,
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