Vi iz dus gesele, vi iz di shtib?
Vi iz dus meydele, vemen kh’hob lib?
Ot iz dus gesele, ot iz di shtib,
Ot iz dus meydele, vemen kh’hob lib.
Where is the village, the place of my youth?
Where is the boy who kissed me with a truth?
Where are the young hearts that sang unafraid?
Where are the visions and where have they strayed?