Nit keyn rozhinkes un nit keyn mandlen

 Words: Y. Shpigl (1906-1990) – Melody: D. Beyglman (1887-1944) 

Nit keyn rozhinkes un nit keyn mandlen  There are no raisins and no almonds, 
Der tate iz nit geforn handlen,  Father has not gone trading,
Lyulinke mayn zun, lyulinke mayn zun.  Sleep, my son, sleep, my son.
  
Er hot farlozt undz un avek,  He has left us and gone away,
Vu di velt hot nor an ek,  To the very end of the world.
Lyulinke mayn zun, lyulinke mayn zun.
  Sleep, my son, sleep, my son. 
  
S’shrayen soves, s’voyen velf,  Owls are screeching, wolves are howling,
Got, derbarem zikh un helf,   God, take pity on us and help,
Lyulinke mayn zun, lyulinke mayn zun.  Sleep, my son, sleep, my son.
  
Ergets shteyt er un er vakht,  Somewhere he is standing and watching,
Mandlen, rozhinkes a sakh,  With lots of almonds and raisins.
Lyulinke mayn zun, lyulinke mayn zun.
  Sleep, my son, sleep, my son.
  
Kumen r’vet oyf zikher shoyn,  I'm sure he'll come soon
Zen dich, kind, mayn eyntsik kroyn.  And see you, my one and only darling.
Lyulinke mayn zun, lyulinke mayn zun.  Sleep, my son, sleep, my son.