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

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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

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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