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From "UMRU / unrest" on Oriente Musik and Borscht Beat at https://borschtbeat.bandcamp.com/albu... Song: "Ich fühl' mich nicht zu Hause (Nit Heymish)" by Georg Kreisler (Yiddish: Isabel Frey, with Daniel Kahn) © Georg Kreisler Daniel Kahn: vocals, accordion Jake Shulman-Ment: violin Christian Dawid: bass clarinet, poyk Video by Daniel Kahn, with Emma Grasmeder Ikh hob bazukht mayn shvester in Berlin. Zi vil, ikh zol af eybik dort ahin. Ir man iz itst geshtorbn, a shlemiel. Hot zi gekrigt yerushe fil tsu fil. Zi hot a dire groys genug far mir, Zi kent do nor di beste layt. Nor hob ikh erlekh gezogt tsu ir "Vos darf ikh dayn gemitlekhkayt"? Es filt zikh do nit heymish, nit heymish. Far aza faynem lebn bin ikh tsu primitiv. Es filt zikh do nit heymish, nit heymish. Zay moykhl vos kh'gey shoyn, Ikh shrayb dir bald a briv. Geforn tsu mayn bruder keyn New York Vos lebt shoyn yorn dortn on a zorg. Zayn yerlekhe parnose: a milyon. Er vil mikh hobn vi a kompanion. Zayn biznes iz gegangen vi geshmirt, Ikh volt es gern mit im gefirt. Nor az dos alts iz sof kol sof planirt, Do hob ikh plutsling klor geshpirt… Es filt zikh do nit heymish… Vos geyt mir on di Yankees, Afile ven ikh gelt farlir, Es filt zikh do nit heymish Un derfar mayn bruder, Khotsh s’iz mir a matone, Ikh loz di bizness dir. Gefloygn zu mayn shvager, Moyshe Grin, Vos voynt in Boynes Ayres, Argentin. Er hot a Hasiende un a ferd Un flanzt zikh dort bananes in der erd. Un senorites zenen do faran Nor vil ikh nit mit zey nit geyn. Hob ikh ayngepakt mayn tshemodan Un zikh gezegent on geveyn Es filt zikh do nit heymish… Vos darf ikh senoritas un zunshayn un a bloyen yam? Es filt zikh do nit heymish… Un yeder gaucho zet az ikh nisht fun danen shtam. Kh’hob plutsem gut farshtanen fun mayn shtam. Shpring ikh af a shif un ibern yam. Azoy bin ikh geforn zeyer shnel In mayn emesdikn heymland: Yisroel Nor iz dos nisht gevezn zeyer klug. Do git men mir nisht keyn kredit. Kh’hob fun di shtrayterayen shoyn genug Un ale redn nor Ivrit. Es filt zikh do nit heymish… Ikh shpir’s in ale tseln Khotsh dos zol zayn mayn heym Es filt zikh do nit heymish… Vos zol ikh vayter veln Un vuhin zol ikh geyn? Azoy kum ikh mit umglik un mit glik In mayn balibtn shetl do tsurik. A yid vi ikh vert do nisht azoy geshoynt: Men hot zikh tsu mayn feln tsugevoynt. Itzt kukt men mikh a bisl khshodemdik, Kh'bin vi a fremder tsvishn fraynt. S’shmeykhlt yeder loshn-horenik, Ver hot lib vos me tor nit hobn faynt? Itst filt’s zikh do yo heymish. Azoy zikh shlepn goles Iz vi goles, nor farkert. Bavayl mir iz do heymish… Do ken men mikh banutsn Un do gey ikh in dr’erd I visited my sister in Berlin. She wants me to move there for good. Her husband recently died, the shlemiel. She inherited far too much. She's got an apartment big enough for me. She knows all the best people. But I said to her, honestly, "What do I need with all your comfort?" I just don't feel homey here, not homey, not heymish For such a fine life I'm much too primitive It's just not heymish here… Forgive me but I'm going. I'll write you a letter. I flew to my brother in New York. He's lived there for years, without a care His yearly income, a million. He want's me as a partner. His business is running on rails. I'd love to run it with him But just as all was planned out, I suddenly felt so clearly: It's just not heymish here, not heymish, What do I care about the Yankees? And even though I'll lose the money, It doesn't feel heymish here, and so, my brother, Though it's quite a gift, I'll leave the business to you. I go to my brother-in-law, Moishe Green, in Buenos Aires, Argentina. He's got a hacienda & a horse & banana plantation And there are plenty of señoritas, but I don't want to go with them. I packed my suitcase and left without a regret It doesn't feel heymish here, nit heymish, What do I need señoritas & sunshine & a blue sea? It's just not heymish here… And every gaucho sees that I'm not from here. I suddenly understood where I'm from. I jump on a ship & across the sea, Straight to my "True Homeland": Israel. But that wasn't so bright. No one here gives me any credit I've had enough of all this fighting, & everyone just speaks Ivrit. It doesn't feel heymish here, nit heymish! I sense it in every cell, though this is supposed to be my "home." It's just not heymish here… What else should I want? Where else should I go? And so, in misfortune and fortune, I return here to my beloved shtetl. A Yid like me isn't so welcome here. They've gotten used to my absence. Now people look at me with suspicion. I'm like a stranger among friends. Every shit-talker smiles at me. Who really loves, what they're not allowed to hate? Now it feels homey! It's heymish, it's heymish! All this shlepping exile is just exile from itself! Because here it's heymish, it's heymish, it's heymish! Here I feel useful, and here I'll go to into the ground!