Unter beymer - Beneath the trees - Moishe Oisher and Alexander Olshanetsky

Unter beymer vaksn grosn, Ay-lu-lu...
Un di beyze vintn blozn, schlof zhe zunenyu.
Zits mayn kind, nit bay dem fenster,
vayl du kennst dem vint derfiln,
Un ikh vil nit du, mayn shenster,
Zolst, kholile, zikh farkiln.
Himl iz shoyn khmarne shvarts,
Punkt azoy vo do bay mir in harts.
Unter beymer vaksn grosn, Ay-lu-lu...
Un di beyze vintn blozn, schlof zhe zunenyu,
Ay-lu-lu schlof zhe, mayn kind, oy, harts mayns,
Ay-lu-lu blayb mir gezunt.

Beneath the trees grass is growing
Ay-lu-lu . . .
Cruel winds blow. Sleep my little one.
Do not sit near the window
you may feel the wind and
I don't want you to catch a cold.
The sky is already a cloudy gray
Just like my heart. Sleep my child, my own heart
Ay-lu-lu
Stay healthy and well