Hojch
in
Himl
fligt
a
Fojgl,
High
in
the
sky
flies
a
bird,
Lacht
der
Wind
in
Korn,
lacht
un
lacht
un
lacht-
lacht
er
op
a
Tog
a
gantsnun
a
halbe
Nacht.Donaj,
donaj,
donaj,
donaj,
donaj,
donaj,
donaj,
daj.Donaj,
donaj,
donaj,
donaj,
donaj,
donaj,
donaj,
daj.
The
wind
laughs
in
the
corn,
laughs
and
laughs
and
laughs-
laughs
on
a
day
like
this
for
hours
and
hours.Donaj,
donaj,
donaj,
donaj,
donaj,
donaj,
donaj,
day.Donaj,
donaj,
donaj,
donaj,
donaj,
donaj,
donaj,
day.
Schrejt
dos
Kelbl,
sogt
der
Pojer:"Wer
- sshe
hejst
dich
sajn
a
Kalb?
Wolst
gekent,
doch
sajn
a
Fojgl,
wolst
gekent
doch
sajn
a
Schwalb!"
The
little
dog
cries,
the
farmer
says:"Who-
sshe
orders
you
to
be
a
calf?
You
should
have
been,
instead,
a
bird,
you
should
have
been,
instead,
a
swallow!"
Bidne
Kelblech
tut
men
bindn,
un
men
schlept
sej
un
men
schecht.Wer's
hot
Fligl,
flit
arojf
tsu,
is
bei
kejnem
nischt
kejn
Knecht.
Poor
doggie
is
tied
up,
and
dragged
and
slaughtered.Who
has
wings,
fly
up
high,
is
no
one's
servant.