Written by
Herman Yablokoff .
http://www.Myzeidi.com
Author was
inspired to write this song after seeing children peddlers during German
occupation of Grodno in WWI.
Current
version is in Yiddish and Russian and incorporates new lyrics that have been
added during WWII.
It
describes the daily life of a blind jewish orphan boy, who has to sell
cigarettes and matches to stay alive...
A cold
night, foggy, and 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:
Refrain
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 Farther
lost his life fighting during the war
German
killed my Mother in the Ghetto with a rifle
my Sister
was enslaved,
I have been
hurt myself
And lost my
sights...
.....
КУПИТЕ
ПАПИРОСЫ!
Ночь
туманна и дождлива, за окном темно,
Мальчик
маленький рыдает только об одном.
Он стоит, к
стене прижатый
И на вид
чуть-чуть горбатый,
И поет на
языке родном:
Друзья,
купите папиросы!
Подходи,
пехота и матросы!
Подходите,
пожалейте,
Сироту меня
согрейте!
Посмотрите,
ноги мои босы.
Мой отец в
бою кровавов жизнь свою отдал,
Немец Маму
из винтовки в гетто расстрелял,
А сестра
моя в неволе
Сам я ранен
в чистом поле --
Там своё я
зрение потерял.
Друзья,
купите папиросы!
Подходи,
пехота и матросы!
Подходите,
пожалейте,
Сироту меня
согрейте!
Посмотрите,
ноги мои босы.
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