Arbetloser Marsch
Banda Bassotti Lyrics


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Ejns, tswej, draj, fir,
Arbetlose senen mir,
Nischt gehert chadoschim lang
In farbrik dem hammer-klang,
's lign kejlim kalt, fargesn,
's nemt der sschawer sej schoj fresn,
Gejen mir arum in gas,
Wi di gewirim pust-un-pas,
Wi di gewirim pust-un-pas.

Ejns, tswej, draj, fir,
Arbetlos senen mir,
On a beged, on a hejm,
Undser bet is erd un lejm,
Hat noch wer wos tsu genisn,
Tajt men sich mit jedn bisn,
Waser wi di g'wirim wajn,




Gisn mir in sich arajn,
Gisn mir in sich arajn

Overall Meaning

In Banda Bassotti's song "Arbetloser Marsch," the lyrics express the struggles of unemployment and poverty among workers. The four lines in the beginning of the song translate to "one, two, three, four, we are the unemployed, we have not heard the sound of the factory's hammers for a long time. The empty and cold machines, take away our last bit of breath, we walk around the streets, like skeletons with each step."


The second verse continues with the theme of unemployment and poverty, describing the daily struggle of having nothing to eat or wear. "Without clothing, without a home, our only shelter is the earth and clay. If someone has something to share, we divide it amongst everyone. The water, like our blood, flows within us, nourishing us and giving us life." Overall, the lyrics convey a feeling of desperation and hopelessness, emphasizing the harsh realities workers face due to unemployment and economic inequality.


Line by Line Meaning

Ejns, tswej, draj, fir,
One, two, three, four,


Arbetlose senen mir,
We are unemployed,


Nischt gehert chadoschim lang
No sound of the Jewish holidays, Even though they're long gone


In farbrik dem hammer-klang,
Instead of the sound of factory hammers,


's lign kejlim kalt, fargesn,
we hear the silence of cold, forgotten machines,


's nemt der sschawer sej schoj fresn,
Swallowing up the blackness around us.


Gejen mir arum in gas,
Walking around the streets,


Wi di gewirim pust-un-pas,
Like the gypsies, Step-by-step.


On a beged, on a hejm,
Without clothes, without home,


Undser bet is erd un lejm,
Our bed is the earth and the wind,


Hat noch wer wos tsu genisn,
If anyone still has anything to enjoy,


Tajt men sich mit jedn bisn,
We all share it together,


Waser wi di g'wirim wajn,
Our drink is like the gypsies' wine,


Gisn mir in sich arajn,
Drowning our sorrows.


Gisn mir in sich arajn
Drowning our sorrows.




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