Zhankoye

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Zhankoye

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Zhankoye was the name of a Jewish collective farm established in the Crimea in the 1930s. It was the subject of a Yiddish-language song, the last verse of which is translated:

Who says Jews cannot be farmers
Spit in his eye who would so harm us
Say Zhankoye, Dzhan, Dzhan, Dzhan

Twin Oaks Community build a new kitchen-dining center (KDC!) that was given the name “Zhankoye” when it opened in 1985.

External links

  • AudioSparx Hear the song here, sung by the “Burning Bush”
  • amazon.com Here a sample sung by the Limelighters.
that song is like this:

as sang in Yiddish:

As men fort kine Sevastopol, Iz nit veit fun Simferopol, Dortin iz a stantzi faran
Ver darf zuchen niye glikken, S’iz a stanziye an antikel
In Zhankoye, Dzhan, dzan, dzhan

Chorus
Hey Zhan hey Zhankoye, Hey Zhanvili, hey Zhankoye, Hey Zhankoye, Dzhan, Dzhan, Dzhan

Hey Zhan hey Zhankoye, Hey Zhanvili, hey Zhankoye, Hey Zhankoye, Dzhan, Dzhan, Dzhan

Enfert Yidden af mine Kashe, Vi’z mine brider, v’iz Abrashe, S’gayt ba im der traktor vi a bahn
Di mime Layre ba der kosilke, Bayle ba der molotilke
In Zhankoye, Dzhan, Dzhan, Dzhan

Repeat Chorus

Ver zogt az Yidden kene nit handlen, Essen fette yoich mit mandlen, Nor nit zine kine arbitsman?
Doss kenen zogen nor di sonim, Yidden shpite zay on in ponim, Tit a kik af Dzhan, Dzhan, Dzhan

Repeat chorus

Loosely Translates to:
When you go from Sevastopol
On the way to Simferopol
Just you go a little farther down

There’s a little railroad depot
Known quite well by all the people
Called Zhankoye
Dzhan, Dzhan, Dzha,

Chorus
Hey Zhan hey Zhankoye
Hey Zhanvili, hey Zhankoye
Hey Zhankoye, Dzhan, Dzhan, Dzhan

Hey Zhan hey Zhankoye
Hey Zhanvili, hey Zhankoye
Hey Zhankoye, Dzhan, Dzhan, Dzhan

Now if you look for paradise
You’ll see it there before your eyes
Stop your search and go no farther on

There we have a collective farm
All run by husky Jewish arms
At Zhankoye, Dzhan, Dzhan, Dzhan

Repeat Chorus

Aunt Natasha drives the tractor
Grandma runs the cream extractor
While we work, we all can sing our songs

Who says Jews cannot be farmers
Spit in his eye who would so harm us
Say Zhankoye, Dzhan, Dzhan, Dzhan

Repeat chorus