David Saltiel
Canciones Judeo-Españolas de Tesalónica
Dia de Shabbat la tadre
la horica dando dos
huego salió a l'Agua Mueva
A Beyaz Kulé quedó.
Tanto proves como ricos
yodos semos un igual.
Ya quedimos arrastrando
por campos y por kishlas.
Mos dieron unos chadires
que del aire se bolan
mos dieron pan amargo
ni con agua no se va.
Mos estamos sikleando
mos vamos ande el Inglés
por tres grushicos al dia
y un pan para comer.
Dio del cielo, Dio del cielo
no topates que fazer
mos deshates arrastrando
ni camiza para meter.
(Greek Sephardic song)
It was near the Shabbat evening,
about two o'clock.
Fire broke out near Agua Mueva,
it spread up to the White Tower.
Rich and poor alike,
we all became one.
We were left out
in the fields and barracks.
They gave us tents
that the wind could blow away.
They offered us bitter bread
that water wouldn't was down.
We complain to the English,
we beg for three pennies
and a bit of bread to eat.
Oh, God of the Heavens,
what have you done to us?
You've abandoned us even
without a change of clothes.