La Yiddishe Mamma
Charles Aznavour
The Jewish Mama
The Jewish mama
Tender force of nature
The Jewish mama
It's love in its purest form
Ready for her kids
To make many sacrifices
Watching year in, year out
Over their sorrows, over their whims
Also
Strong in the face of drama
But very weak with her little ones
In water or flames
For them she'd risk her life
Oh my God, what would I have done right, tell me
Without the warmth, without the strong faith in me
Without the love of my Jewish mama
Mama
The Jewish mama
Guardian of tradition
The Jewish mama
She's the treasure of the home
From our very first cry
She organizes, she decides
All through her life
She nurtures us but guides us
Also
She is the light
That shines when we feel lost
She is the prayer
That we say when she's no longer here
I know that until the end of my days
I will keep engraved in me forever
All the love of my Jewish mama
Mama
