Song about Zhankoye, Jewish communal railroad station in Crimea in Soviet Union/now Russia:Carl
Watch the video: http://www.swarthmore.edu/NatSci/sgilber1/music/
Sing along: http://www.rebeccawave.com/printab05/engzhank.htm
(trans: T. Bikel)
On the road to Sevastopol,
Not too far from Simferopol,
There's a railroad station.
Why go looking high and low?
There's no finer station, no!
Than Zhankoye, zhan, zhan, zhan.
Hey zhan, hey Zhankoye,
Hey Zhanvili, hey Zhankoye,
Hey Zhankoye, zhan, zhan, zhan.
Tell me brothers, if you can,
Where's Abrasha? Where's that man?
His tractor's racing like a fan.
Aunt Leye is at the reaper,
And Beyle is at the thresher,
In Zhankoye, zhan, zhan, zhan.
Who says Jews can only trade,
Eat fat soups and not create,
Nor be sturdy workingmen?
Enemies can talk like that!
Jews! Let's spit right in their eye!
Just you look at zhan, zhan, zhan.