TAYBLS BRIV - TAYBL'S LETTER TO HER HUSBAND AT THE FRONT
Lyrics: Taybl Birman, a 28-year-old tailor, Minsk, recorded by Hersh Kleyner, 1944.
Music: Based on a song “Tachanka” (Tank) (1936), composed by Konstantin Listov (1900 – 1983), arrangement by Sergei Erdenko.
Almost seventeen million people, many of them women, worked 12 to 18 hour
shifts in industries located in the Soviet rear – they manufactured military
equipment, clothes, anything that could be used to help the war effort. Written
from the point of view of one such female worker, the song encourages her
husband, a Red Army soldier, to kill as many Germans as possible. The words
“kill them without mercy” resonate with the most influential piece ever
published in the Soviet press, Ilya Ehrenburg’s article “Kill the German” (1942).
In it, Ehrenburg stated that Germans were not humans, and should be killed
without any hesitation. Quotes from this article were included in songs, sayings,
riddles and ditties composed in almost all languages of the Soviet Union,
including this Yiddish one. Another noteworthy image of the song is the sewing
of a burial shroud for Hitler, which serves as a metaphor for a joint effort
between the home front and those in combat in defeating fascism. The song
relies on Soviet tunes that were written by Jewish composers, which were
popular during the war. This version of the song includes fragments of “Ekh
Dorogi” (Ah, Roads!) (1945), by Anatoly Novikov (1896 – 1984).
English
Russian
Yiddish Transliteration
Yiddish
I’m sitting in the factory
Beside my beloved sewing machine.
While you, my Husband, [are] among heroes
Out there attacking Berlin.
I’m sewing Hitler a burial shroud
Singing a little song and darning
My Misha dearest, you will arrive [in Berlin]
And split open all of their heads.
Slash them, smash them, have no mercy
Take revenge for us all
[So that] all the Germans may lie
Deep, deep in the earth
Misha! Kill them all, until last one [is dead]
Not a single [German] should come back
[Then] we will have our free lives once again
Our joy and our peace, undisturbed.
Вот сижу я за делами,
На машинке что-то шью.
А мой муж идёт с орлами
На Берлин в одном строю.
Шью я Гитлеру “махрихим”
Дырки штопая, пою:
“Вот уж Мишенька мой лихо
Срубит голову твою!”
Бей, кромсай, совсем не жаль их,
Мсти за нас за всех, герой,
Чтобы все они лежали
Глубоко в земле сырой.
Уничтожь их, Миша милый,
Чтобы больше не пришли
И свободе, счастью, миру
Помешать уж не смогли.
Zits ikh mir in masterskaye
Ba mayn liber ney-mashin.
G’du, mayn man, tsvishn heldn,
Shpanst on dortn af berlin.
Ney ikh Hitlern makhrikhim
Zing a lidele un shtep.
Mishenyu, ahin vest kumen
Shpalt zey alemen di kep.
Hak zey, brok zey on rakhmones,
Far undz ale nem nekome.
Ale daytshn megn lign
Tif, gor tif in der adome.
Mishe! Toyt zey bizkl eynem
Zoln zey zikh nit umkern,
Vider undzer frayen lebn
Undzer freyd un ru nit shtern.
Mir zaynen ersht nekhtn gegangen
(gezegns-lid)
זיץ איך מיר אין מאסטערסקאיע
בּא מיין ליבּער ניי–מאשין.
ג׳דו, מיין מאן, צווישן העלדן,
שפאנסט אָן דארטן אפ בּערלין.
ניי איך היטלערן מאכריכים
זינג א לידעלע און שטעפ.
מישעניו, אהין וועסט קומען
שפאלט זיי אלעמען די קעפ.
האק זיי, בּראָק זיי אָן ראכמאָנעס,
פאר אונדז אלע נעם נעקאָמע.
אלע דייטשן מעגן ליגן
טיף, גאָר טיף אין דער אדאָמע.
מישע! טויט זיי בּיזקל איינעם
זאָלן זיי זיך ניט אומקערן,
ווידער אונדזער פרייען לעבּן
אונדזער פרייד און רו ניט שטערן.
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Source: Vernadsky National Library of Ukraine, Manuscript Department, fond 190, delo 151, p. 15.