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Весна в гетто

Vesna v getto

RemembranceHopefulSacred & solemn

Автор оригинального текста (идиш): Шмерке Качергинский, 1943

Encyclopedia of Jewish Song

Spring in the Ghetto, a tango written in mourning

The song known in Yiddish as Friling, which means spring, was written in the Vilna ghetto in April 1943. The words are by Shmerke Kaczerginski, the melody is a tango by Avrom Brudno, a fellow prisoner in the same ghetto. The World ORT archive Music and the Holocaust records that Kaczerginski wrote it after the death of his wife Barbara in the ghetto.

It is a love song, which is a rare thing to find written in such a place. The spring keeps arriving on time, the sky is blue, the flowers come up, and none of it means anything anymore, because the person the singer loved is gone. The whole force of the song is in that contrast. Nature carries on being beautiful and the loss is not smaller for it.

Avrom Brudno wrote several of the best known melodies of the Vilna ghetto, including the setting of Avrom Sutzkever's Unter dayne vayse shtern. He perished in the Klooga camp in Estonia. Shmerke Kaczerginski survived, joined the partisans, and after the war gathered the songs of the ghettos and the camps into the collection that preserved most of what we can still sing today.

Friling travelled far beyond the ghetto that made it. It is performed at memorial concerts, it has been recorded by singers including Chava Alberstein, and it appears in the educational programs of Yad Vashem and the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum.

The Russian version on this page is a poetic adaptation by the poet Olga Anikina, made in 2017 and sung by Elechka. It keeps the tango, and it keeps the one image the song is built on: they led you away in a spring just like this one.

Why bring it into English

A love song is the easiest kind of song for a listener to enter, and the hardest to translate badly without losing everything. Bringing Friling into Russian, and then line by line into English, means a listener who knows neither Yiddish nor Russian can still follow a man walking through a ghetto in spring, looking for his wife. That is the shortest route into this history that we know of.

The words, line by line

Russian (Olga Anikina)English, line by line
Хожу я по геттоI walk through the ghetto,
Ищу я ответаSearching for an answer,
Как нищий брожу дотемнаLike a beggar I wander till dark
Всё просто в природеIn nature everything is simple:
Неслышно приходитIt arrives unheard,
На улицы наши веснаSpring, onto our streets
Тебя уводилиThey were leading you away
Такой же весноюIn a spring just like this one,
И купол звенел голубойAnd the blue dome of the sky was ringing,
И голос негромкийAnd a quiet voice,
И солнца обломкиAnd the shards of the sun
Погасшие вместе с тобойThat went dark together with you
ВёсныSprings,
Вы не были иль былиWere you real, or were you not,
И вечный круг вашAnd your eternal circle
Забытьё западняIs oblivion, a trap
ВёсныSprings,
На синих-синих крыльяхOn blue, blue wings,
К моей любимой унесите меняCarry me away to my beloved
Ты знаешь я помню тот дом где мы жилиYou know, I remember the house where we lived,
Цветник наш оставленный тамOur flowerbed left behind there
Ты знаешь я помню как ноги чужиеYou know, I remember how strangers' feet
Ходили по этим цветамWalked over those flowers
Морочит меня оглушённая памятьMy stunned memory plays tricks on me,
И я всё стою и смотрюAnd I keep standing and looking
На чёрные стебли на чёрные камниAt the black stems, at the black stones,
На чёрную землю моюAt my black earth
И вёсны приходят но кажется в геттоAnd springs keep coming, but it seems in the ghetto
Никак не настанет теплоThe warmth never comes,
И нет больше зелени нет больше светаAnd there is no more green, no more light,
И солнце навеки зашлоAnd the sun has set forever
Цветы и деревьяThe flowers and the trees
И всё остальноеAnd everything else,
И даже дома снесеныEven the houses, torn down
Тебя уводилиThey were leading you away
Такой же весноюIn a spring just like this one,
И больше не стало весныAnd there was no spring anymore

Russian adaptation by Olga Anikina, 2017. The English beside it is a literal, line by line rendering for understanding only. It is not a singing version, so please do not perform it. The refrain repeats; it is printed here once.

For parents and educators

Recommended age: ten and up. There is nothing frightening in this song. What it asks of a listener is the ability to sit with sadness that does not resolve, which is a different thing from being able to hear about danger.

Before you listen, say only this much: a man is walking through a closed part of a city in spring, and the woman he loved has been taken away and will not come back. He wrote the song for her. That is the whole setting, and it is enough.

After you listen, ask about the spring itself. Why does the song spend so much time on flowers, blue sky and warm weather when it is a song about losing someone? Children usually arrive at the answer on their own: it hurts more when the world looks beautiful and carries on without you. That is a real conversation about grief, and it belongs to every family, not only to this history.

What to avoid: do not turn the song into a lesson about camps, do not add what happened to the composer, and do not press for a bright ending. If a child asks whether the man found his wife, the honest answer is no, and the honest next sentence is that he spent the rest of his life making sure the songs of those years were written down.

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Credits & rights

PerformerЭлечка
MusicАвраам Брудно, 1943 (Вильнюсское гетто)
LyricsОльга Аникина (авторская адаптация, 2017)
LanguageRussian
PublisherRigli Publishing (Walter J. Kin)
Rights ownerRigli Publishing
LicensingRigli Publishing
CopyrightIn album collective work (verify deposit)
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