Dremlen feygl

Dremlen feygl oyf di tsvaygn,

 Birds are drowsing in the branches,

Shlof, mayn tayer kind.

 Sleep, my dear child,

Bay dayn vigl oyf dayn nare

 By your cradle, at your cot, 

Zitst a fremde un zingt: lyu, lyu.

 Sits a stranger and sings: Lyu lyu.

S’iz dayn vigl vu geshtanen

 Your cradle was here,

Oysgeflokhtn fun glik.

 Interlaced with happiness.

Un dayn mame, oy dayn mame,

 And your mother, oh, your mother,

Kumt shoyn keynmol nit tsurik: lyu, lyu.

 Will never return.

Kh’hob gezen dayn tatn loyfn

 I saw your father running

Unter hogl fun shteyn.

 Under a hail of stones,

Iber felder iz gefloygn

 Over the fields there flew

Zayn faryosemter geveyn: lyu, lyu.

 his orphaned cry.