Friling (Springtime)-песня созданная в гетто Вильно.Невозможно слушать без слез
I roam through the ghetto from alley to alley,
And I cannot find any haven;
My beloved is not here, how can I bear it?
Oh, people, at least say something.
The blue sky illuminates my home
But what benefit do I have from it now?
I stand like a beggar at each gate,
And beg for a little bit of sunshine.
Springtime, dispel my sorrow,
And bring back my beloved, my adored one to me.
Springtime, on your blue wings,
Oh, take my heart with you and return joy to it.
[...] This year springtime came very early,
And my longing blossomed for you once again,
I see you before me all laden with flowers,
Happily you come to me.
The sun showered the garden with its rays,
The earth has sprouted its green.
My adored one, my darling, where have you gone?
You are never out of my mind.
Springtime, dispel my sorrow...