Hey, give me a listen, you souls of delight, At least those of you who still have some sight, I'll tell you a story that'll make you kvell, Of our own jubiliciously lovely Yiddish belle. Die, die, we all pass away, But don't shed a tear, it's just the Jewish way, You might try and hide, and you might try and pray, But we all end up the remains of the day. Oy, oy, oy, oy, oy, Oy, oy, oy. Well, our girl was a shayna maidel, known for miles around, When a mysterious shaygetz came into town, He's plenty good-looking, but down on his gelt, And our poor, little maidela, she fell hard and fast. When her tata said no, she just couldn't cope, So our lovers came up with a plan to elope. Die, die, we all pass away, But don't shed a tear, it's just the Jewish way, You might try and hide, and you might try and pray, But we all end up the remains of the day. Oy, oy, oy, oy, oy, Oy, oy, oy. Oh, that's right, Okay, oh yeah, Come on, boys, pick it up, Yeah, like it, Okay, Moishe, take it, Oy, oy, oy, oy-oy-oy! Oy, oy, oy, oy-oy-oy! Oy, oy, oy, oy, oy (oy vey!) Oh, that's nice, Yeah! So they conjured up a plan to meet late at night, They told not a soul, kept the whole thing tight, Now her mother's wedding dress fit like a glove, You don't need much when you're really in love. Except for a few things, or so I'm told, Like the family menorah and some shmaltz in gold. Then next to the graveyard, by the old oak tree, On a dark, foggy night at a quarter to three, She was ready to go, but where was he? And then? She waited, And then? There in the shadows, was it her man? And then? Her little heart beat so loud, And then? And then, bubbeleh, everything went black. Now when she opened her eyes, she was dead as dust, The menorah was missing and her heart was bust, So she made a vow lying under that tree, That she'd wait for her mensch to come set her free. Always waiting for someone to ask for her hand, When out of the blue, comes this groovy, young man, Who vows forever to be by her side (oy vey, oy vey), And that's the story of our Jewish bride (oy vey, oy vey). Die, die, we all pass away, But don’t shed a tear, it’s just the Jewish way, You might try and hide, and you might try and pray, But we all end up the remains of the day. Oy vey!
Еврейские скелетики и зомби поют песню о несчастной невесте, которую укокошил жених, и украл у нее все золото что у нее было) обожаю Тима Бертона и еврейскую культуру) Шалом!❤
Hey, give me a listen, you souls of delight,
At least those of you who still have some sight,
I'll tell you a story that'll make you kvell,
Of our own jubiliciously lovely Yiddish belle.
Die, die, we all pass away,
But don't shed a tear, it's just the Jewish way,
You might try and hide, and you might try and pray,
But we all end up the remains of the day.
Oy, oy, oy, oy, oy,
Oy, oy, oy.
Well, our girl was a shayna maidel, known for miles around,
When a mysterious shaygetz came into town,
He's plenty good-looking, but down on his gelt,
And our poor, little maidela, she fell hard and fast.
When her tata said no, she just couldn't cope,
So our lovers came up with a plan to elope.
Die, die, we all pass away,
But don't shed a tear, it's just the Jewish way,
You might try and hide, and you might try and pray,
But we all end up the remains of the day.
Oy, oy, oy, oy, oy,
Oy, oy, oy.
Oh, that's right,
Okay, oh yeah,
Come on, boys, pick it up,
Yeah, like it,
Okay, Moishe, take it,
Oy, oy, oy, oy-oy-oy!
Oy, oy, oy, oy-oy-oy!
Oy, oy, oy, oy, oy (oy vey!)
Oh, that's nice,
Yeah!
So they conjured up a plan to meet late at night,
They told not a soul, kept the whole thing tight,
Now her mother's wedding dress fit like a glove,
You don't need much when you're really in love.
Except for a few things, or so I'm told,
Like the family menorah and some shmaltz in gold.
Then next to the graveyard, by the old oak tree,
On a dark, foggy night at a quarter to three,
She was ready to go, but where was he?
And then?
She waited,
And then?
There in the shadows, was it her man?
And then?
Her little heart beat so loud,
And then?
And then, bubbeleh, everything went black.
Now when she opened her eyes, she was dead as dust,
The menorah was missing and her heart was bust,
So she made a vow lying under that tree,
That she'd wait for her mensch to come set her free.
Always waiting for someone to ask for her hand,
When out of the blue, comes this groovy, young man,
Who vows forever to be by her side (oy vey, oy vey),
And that's the story of our Jewish bride (oy vey, oy vey).
Die, die, we all pass away,
But don’t shed a tear, it’s just the Jewish way,
You might try and hide, and you might try and pray,
But we all end up the remains of the day.
Oy vey!
- Абрам Моисеевич, берегите себя и своё здоровье! Ви таки видели цены на эти гробы? Умирать сейчас страшно невыгодно!
Но умирать потом будет ещё дороже, так что ви подумайте.
@@ИванПетров-с3тБудем жить!😊
Я этого не ждал, но мне это нравится
Лев Бронштейн на Мексиканской свадьбе.
Ледоруб им в руки.
Еврейские скелетики и зомби поют песню о несчастной невесте, которую укокошил жених, и украл у нее все золото что у нее было) обожаю Тима Бертона и еврейскую культуру) Шалом!❤
Кста, песня эта из мультика Труп невесты
Симан Тов, дружок)
Мне про Газу пылью очень понравилось.
Приятно слышать, я предложил, получился очередной шедевр
Это записано в Торе (Пятикнижие Моисея) и в Талмудах
Вообще по иудейским законам это является огрязнение человека. Еврей не должен прикасаться к мертвым ибо он не будет чист 7 дней
Шалом! Таки кошерный канал
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