Fenkow's video: Karsten Troyke - Dona Dona

Three performances: 1. Dona Dona 2. Neshumele Di Mayns (Sara Bialas-Tenenberg) 3. Bulgarish Klezmer Instrumental voc: Karsten Troyke cl: Jan Hermerschmidt violin: Gennadi Dessatnik acc: Valery Khoryshman double-b: Michael Jach about "Dona Dona": This song of Aaron Zeitlin and Sholom Secunda was always misunderstood by everybody: Jews and non-Jews. It's not a story about a calf that didn't learn to fly, it's not a song of taking responsibility for your own freedom. It's not about that Jews didn't fight against the Nazis -- and they did if they could, like every human being in that situation would. The song is a bitter picture of less opportunities. And always the wind is laughing. On a wagon bound and helpless Lies a calf, who is doomed to die. High above him flies a swallow Soaring gaily through the sky. The wind laughs in the cornfield Laughs with all his might Laughs and laughs the whole day through And half way through the night Dona, dona, dona, dona, Dona, dona, dona, do, Dona, dona, dona, dona, Dona, dona, dona, do. Now the calf is softly crying "Tell me wind, why do you laugh?" Why can't I fly like the swallow Why did I have to be a calf, The wind laughs in the cornfield ... Calves are born and soon are slaughtered With no hope of being saved. Only those with wing like swallow Will not ever be enslaved. YIDDISH: אויפן װאָגן ליגט א קעלבל, ליגט געבונטן מיט א שטריק, הויך אין הימל פליט א שװעלבל, פרײט זיך, דרײט זיך אהין און צריק . לאכט דער װינט און קאָרן, לאכט און לאכט און לאכט, לאכט אראָפּ א טאָג א גאַנצן, מיט אַ האלבע נאכט . דאנא, דאנא, דאנא, דאנא, דאנא, דאנא, דאנא, דאנא, דא, דאנא, דאנא, דאנא, דאנא, דאנא, דאנא, דאנא, דא . שרײַט דאָס קעלבל, זאָגט דער פּויער, װער־זשע הײסט דיך זײן א קאלב, װאָלסט געקענט דאָך זײן אַ פויגל, װאָלסט געקענט דאָך זײן א שװאַלב . בידנע קעלבלאך דארף מען בינטן, און מען שלעפּט זײ און מען שעכט, װערס האָט פליגל פליט ארויפ צו איז בײ קײנעם נישט קײן קנעכט oifn vogn ligt a kelbl ligt gebindn mit a shtrik hoich in himl flit a shvelbl frait sich drait sich ahin in tsrik. lacht der vint in korn lacht in lacht in lacht lacht arup a tug a gantsn mit a halbe nacht. dana, dana, dana, dana, dana, dana, dana, da, dana, dana, dana, dana, dana, dana, dana, da. shrait dus kelbl zugt der poier ver'zhe haist dich zain a kalb volst gekent doch zain a foigl volst gekent doch sain a shvalb. lacht der vint in korn ... bidne kelblach darf men bintn in men shlept zey in men shecht ver s'hot fligl, flit aroif tsi is bai kainem nisht kain knecht.