S‘iz nito keyn nekhtn, s‘nokh nito der morgen S‘iz nokh do a bisele haynt. Shtert im nit mit zorgen. Khapt arayn a shnepsl kol z‘man ir zent baym lebn Imirtse hashem, af yener velt, vet men aykh nisht gebn Yesterday is buried, mourn it on the morrow. Here is but ephemeral bliss, ruin it not with sorrow. Grab yourself a bottle, while you still can swallow. You won’t cop a single drop in the world to follow. Hulyet hulyet brider, varft mit bord un poles, Ot azoy, ot azoy tantst a yid in goles Brothers wail and howl, let your beard be wild. That’s the way to dance away sorrow and exile