Vaserl – Little Stream
Shtil un farfroyrn zet oys der shtrom Vos flegt azoy loyfn mit mut . Es viklt im ayn itst der mekhtiker vinter . Der taykh ligt farshlofn , farglivert , un rut .
How quiet and frozen the stream seems to be , Whose current was once so strong . It ’ s enveloped now by the mighty winter . It lies sleepily , suspended , and rests .
Vaserl , vaserl , Gib nokh nisht of . Es veln di frest fargeyn ! Es kumt bald der friling tsu geyn !
Little stream , little stream , Don ’ t give up hope . Soon the ice will melt ! And the spring will come !
Nor meyn nisht az alts iz in gantsn shoyn shtil . Es zhumet nokh alts in der tif Der umru vos hot zikh azoy lang bahaltn Un git itst mit koyekh tsu frayhayt a rif .
But don ’ t think all is completely quiet . Still murmuring underneath is The energy that ’ s been hiding so long And now calls out fervently to freedom .
Vaserl , vaserl , Gib nokh nisht of . Es veln di frest fargeyn ! Es kumt bald der friling tsu geyn !
Little stream , little stream , Don ’ t give up hope . Soon the ice will melt ! And the spring will come !
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