Shpil Mir Noch Amul mayn Fidel
                                                                                             Music, Lyrics Unknown Singer Karsten Troyke

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     Karsten Bertolt Sellhorn born on 14 August 1960 in Berlin (Germany). He took a stage name Karsten Troyke. Karsten is an actor, speaker, but also a singer and songwriter - especially idiosyncratic performer - with strange hoarse voice. Yiddish language Karsten learns with teacher Sara Bialas Tenenberg, who later became his mentor.In his performances, Troyke worked with the Trio Scho.
 Programs with their own songs and lyrics he brought especially in recent years with him on his tours.  He worked in radio plays, worked as a voice actor and has appeared in a very different stage plays.  As an ambassador of Yiddish song he also toured a number of ountries, such as Poland, France, Belgium, Norway, Denmark, Israel, USA, Croatia, Sweden...

Yiddish
Shpil mir noh a mol 
Aza fidl

Ih hob a mol ge  hert          
A Klezmer shpiled on a nalte fiddle
Er der mayne deerege  firen  
oyf givekte  lidl

Mer hoben de trinken A le Hayem
Vi tsvy gite bredersIh
veyes  nix vos kin nexay gisaden
Nish a haren lidl


Shpil mir nox a mol my fiddle
Shpil mir Shpil a salde  lidl
eine stryn a leibe byzynder
in a herts mir a wynder

Shpil mir nox a mol my fiddle
Shpil mir Shpil a salde  lidl
Oy ze tsait is wyte forfaren
God wy genantment a shpente  yeryn
 
Shpil Gop Gop Gop.....

Oy my klezmer ix bin al fayroyngen
Nor zy fiddle her ih
Tsy an andery  kyn mamonish gifoyngyn
Nor zy fiddle her ih

Mer hoben de trinken A le Hayem
Vi tsvy gite breders
Ih veyes  nix  vos kin nexay gisaden
Nish a haren lidl

 Shpil mir nox a mol my fiddle
Shpil mir Shpil a salde lidl
Oy ze tsait  is wyte forfaren
God wy namntment a shpente yeryn

 Gop Gop Gop.....

English
I once listened to a musician
Playing  his old fiddle
He woke up my deepest thought
with the  song

 We drank to life
Like two brothers  do
I know whatever happen
I will never hear again

 Play again my fiddle
Play the old  song for me
Every single little string singing
It' a miracle for my  heart

 Play again my fiddle
Play the old song for me
Oh! A lot of time has passed
God, How I could find
Those  years back?

 Play Gop Gop....

 I lost the musician
But I hear his  violin
There aren't two musicians like him
But I hear his  violin

 We drank to life
Like two brothers  do
I know whatever happen
I will never hear again

 Play again my fiddle
Play the old  song for me
Oh! A lot of time has passed
God, How I could find
Those  years back?
 Play....