Cry, My Heart, Cry! Songs from Testimonies, Vol. 2 CD by Zisl Slepovitch Ensemble & Sasha Lurje, with packaging & booklet. Fortunoff Video Archive at Yale University. Artwork by Yulia Ruditskaya. Limited quantity available!
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Cry, My Heart, Cry! Songs from Testimonies, Vol. 2 vinyl LP by Zisl Slepovitch Ensemble & Sasha Lurje, with packaging & booklet. Fortunoff Video Archive at Yale University. Artwork by Yulia Ruditskaya. Limited quantity available!
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lyrics
1. Siekiera, motyka, piłka, graca
Niech pan głowy nie zawraca
Siekiera, motyka, piłka, gwóźdź,
Masz „górala”, i mnie puść.
A jak nie masz pięćset złotych,
Ty wyjeżdżasz na roboty.
Siekiera motyka, piłka, linka,
Tu Oświęcim, tam Treblinka.
CHORUS:
Już nie wiemy, gdzie się kryć
Hitler nam nie daje żyć.
Po ulicach chodzi wciąż,
Patrzy jeszcze kogo wziąć.
2. Siekiera, motyka, piłka, linka,
Tu roboty—tam Treblinka…
Już nie mamy gdzie się kryć,
Szwaby nam nie dają żyć.
Widocznie kultura im pozwala
Robić takie polowania
Widocznie z nimi jest już źle,
Kiedy za nas biorą się.
CHORUS:
Po ulicach gonią wciąż,
Patrzą, kogo jeszcze wziąć.
Im kultura nie zabrania
Po ulicach polowania.
3. Siekiera, motyka, piłka, alasz.
Przegrał wojnę głupi malarz.
Siekiera, motyka, piłka nóż.
Przegrał wojnę już, już, już.
Siekiera, motyka, gaz i prąd
Kiedyż oni pójdą stąd?!
Siekiera, motyka, prąd i gaz,
A żeby w was piorun trząsł!
1. An ax, a hoe, a ball, a scuffle,
Don’t bullshit me, mister!
Ax, hoe, ball, nail,
Get a ‘highlander’ and let me go.
And if you don't have five hundred zlotys,
You're going to the labor camp.
Hoe ax, ball, string,
Over here is Auschwitz, over there is Treblinka.
CHORUS:
We don't know where to hide anymore
Hitler doesn’t let us live.
He’s still strolling down the streets,
And looks for others he can grab.
2. An ax, a hoe, a ball, a rope,
Slave labor is here, Treblinka is there.
We have nowhere to hide
The Swabians are not leaving us alone.
Apparently, their culture allows them
To conduct manhunts.
Apparently, their business is so bad,
they’ve taken to hunting us.
CHORUS:
They keep chasing people down the street,
Looking for others to grab.
Their culture does not forbid them
From manhunting in the streets.
3. Ax, hoe, ball, Allasch,
The stupid artist has lost the war.
Ax, hoe, ball, knife.
He lost the war already, it’s done!
Ax, hoe, gas and electricity
When will they go away?!
Ax, hoe, electricity and gas,
May the lightning strike you dead!
supported by 12 fans who also own “Siekiera, Motyka”
One of my favourite musical discoveries in a while. These musicians are seriously talented. I can’t help imagining that there would have been a whole significant subculture of Yiddish psych rock like this in a different, kinder universe. For now, this is a window into that world that might have been. And I love every second of it. Audrey
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Led by klezmer phenom David Krakauer, this collaborative LP develops international sounds into an celebration of our common humanity. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 2, 2022
supported by 11 fans who also own “Siekiera, Motyka”
Short and sweet, this EP beautifully demonstrates the virtuosity of the musicians while giving the Klezmer world pieces rarely heard in the Klezmer's repertoire. The Freylakhs will make you dance and the Doina's will make you cry. rj_reid
