99% - Nayn-Un-Nayntsik lyrics

They’re driving us out of town

‘Cause luxury makes the world go round

Read it in papers every morning

“How could all this trouble come to pass?

Years and years we listened to the warning

That luxury is just a golden calf.“

And you say the rich are parasites

You say they are a curse

But as soon as you get yourself a little money

In your purse, you’re worse

Me traybt undz aroys fun shtot

Vayl ashires iz der nayer got

Shraybn tsaytungen arum di temes:

“vi zhe ken dos haynttsutog nokh zayn?

Doyres lang farshteyen mir dem emes

Az ashires iz a falsher vayn!“

Un me ruft dem oysher a paskudnyak

Un me halt im far a brokh

Nor vi bald me fardint a bisl mezumen

Makht men dem oysher nokh. Oy nokh:

“Oy, vi sheyn iz mayn mashindele!

Zet vi es halt in kepele di gantse velt!“

Oy my little phone-y thing is beautiful

See how fast it captures simply everything!

Nayn-un-nayntsik, nayn-un-nayntsik, 99% are we

99% don’t measure up these days

To one who lives in luxury

Nayn-un-nayntsik in der vog fun oylem-haze

Kumt nit tsu tsu eyn gevir

Nayn-un-nayntsik zenen mir

Nayn-un-nayntsik, nayn-un-nayntsik

Nayn-un-nayntsik zenen mir

Nayn-un-nayntsik, nayn-un-nayntsik

Nayn-un-nayntsik zenen mir

You wanna join the one percent?

Just gather ninety-nine good friends:

Take from them the best they have to offer

Let them eat the leavings of your meal

Soon you will be filling up your coffers

Scraping heaven with your glass and steel

And if they say that you’re a dirty bum

Who takes without restraint

Just make a little donation

And they’ll say that you’re a saint, a saint!

Vilst vern an oysher haynt?

Iz zaml nayn-un-nayntsik fraynd

Nem tsu bay zey dos shenste un dos beste

Zoln zey lebn a bisl eng un shmol

Du’st zikh boyen fundamentn feste

Kratsn volkns mit dayn gloz-un-shtol

Az me’t dikh rufn a pust-un-paskudnyak

A megushemdiker shtik

Zolst shenken a sheyne nedove

Vestu vern an antik, antik!

“Oy, vi klug iz undzer oysherl

Zet vi er veyst vi ostsuheyln di gantse velt!“

“Oh how smart is our philanthropist

How he heals the whole wide world with charity!“

Nayn-un-nayntsik, nayn-un-nayntsik, 99% are we

One percent’s a lonely number

Lonely with his riches and his luxury

Eyn-un-eyntsik iz der oysher

Eyn-un-eyntsik mit zayn ashires on a shir

Nayn-un-nayntsik zenen mir

But if the wheel should turn

And the stock market should crash and burn

Bloody murder scream the ruling classes

“It’s not our fault, we put the money down,“

While the rest of us are thrown out on our asses, Looking for apartments out of town

So be a pal and not a pig

You’ll have yourself to thank

Don’t make your home a slot machine

Don’t turn your town into a bank

Tomer git zikh dos redl a drey

Un di berzhe falt biz okh un vey

Shrayt der eyn-protsentnik khay vekayem

“Loz di tsore nit tsum kern tsu!“

Beys mir vos esn gvirishe shirayem

Zukhn naye dires— ober vu?!

Oyb a khaver un nit keyn khazer zayn

Iz dos lebn a geshank

Me makht nit fun a voynung a konte

Me makht nit fun a shtot— a bank!

Nayn-un-nayntsik iz a khavershaft

Eyn-un-eyntsik iz a khazershaft

Ninety-nine is a community

One percent is a fuck-you-nity

Nayn-un-nayntsik, 99% are we

99%, we are the 99%, we sing our melody

Nayn-un-nayntsik, nayn-un-nayntsik

Lomir, 99 zingen undzer shir

Nayn-un-nayntsik zenen mir

• Artist:Daniel Kahn & The Painted Bird
• Album:The Butcher's Share