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Big House in Auschwitz

created: 03. 05. 2018 16:15 modified: 27. 11. 2020 01:47

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Aušvicate o kher baro / Big House in Aschwitz:
The lament related to the Holocaust (Porrajmos) which Roma were a part of. The authors of lyrics and music are not identified, the song is traditionally passed to next generation orally.
The lament Aušvits (Auschwitz) was first recorded in the 1960s by Ružena Danielová, a survivor from the Czech town of Mutenice, Juhomoravsky Region in Czech Republic, the Holocaust (Porrajmos) survivor.

Source: www.ushmm.org/information/exhibitions/online-features/collections-highlights/music-of-the-holocaust-highlights-from-the-collection/music-of-the-holocaust/auschwitz

copyright: State Scientific Library in Prešov

recorded: 28. 11. 2013

category: music

tags: vocal folk solo author's craft Romani Albína Duždová general audience internal

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Aušvicate o kher baro

Aušvicate o kher baro,
odoj bešel mro pirano.
Bešel, bešel, gondoľinel,
o pre mande pobisterel. 

Oda kalo čirikloro
ľidžal mange jekh ľiloro.
Ľidžal, ľidžal mra romňake,
hoj som phandlo Aušvicate. 

Aušvicate e bokh bari,
a so te chal amen nane.
Aňi oda kotor maro,
jaj, miro rom hin bibachtalo.

 

V Aušvici je veľký dom

V Aušvici je veľký dom,
býva tam môj milý.
Sedí, sedí a premýšľa,
a na mňa už zabúda. 

A to čierne vtáčatko
odnáša môj list.
Nesie ho, nesie mojej žene,
že som v Aušvici zatvorený.

V Aušvici je veľký hlad,
a jesť nieto čoho.
Ani len ten kúsok chleba,
Jaj, či je len môj muž nešťastný.

 

Big House in Auschwitz

Big house is in Auschwitz,
Where my lover dwells.
Sitting, sitting there he thinks,
Slowly forgetting about me.

The black birdie
Takes away my letter.
Flies, flies to my wife,
To tell I am in Auschwitz, arrested.

In Auschwitz there’s great hunger,
We are all starving.
Neither a slice of bread we have,
Oh, my unhappy husband

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