Oyfn Veg Shteyt a Boym

On the road stands a tree,
Standing all bent,
All the birds from the tree
Are flying around.

Three to the west, three to the east,
And the rest - nowhere,
And the tree left alone
Abandoned to the storm.

I say to my mother: -listen,
Don't scold me,
I will, mom, one and two
Soon become a bird...

I will sit on the tree
And bid it farewell
Over the winter with comfort
With a beautiful tune.

Mother says: -no, child -
And she cries with tears -
You will, God forbid, on the tree
Become frozen for me.

I say: -mom, it's a shame
Your beautiful eyes
And whether or not, when,
I am a bird to myself.

Mother cries: -quiet, dear,
See, by God's will,
Take yourself with a scarf,
You can still change.

The boots are on,
A sharp winter is coming
And take the coat too -
Woe is me and find me...

- And take the winter coat,
Put it on, you weak one,
If you don't want to be a guest
Among all the dead...

I lift my wings, it's hard for me,
Too many, too many things,
Mother has called out
Her little bird, the weak one.

I look sadly into
My mother's eyes,
Her love did not allow
Me to become a bird...

On the road stands a tree,
Standing all bent,
All the birds from the tree
Are flying around...