Текст песни Шуфутинский Михаил - Песенка еврейского портного

Quietly like in paradise
Stars above the town of High and Bright,
I sing myself, I cut myself.
Saved night,
Relax children, the day was very hot,
Behind stitch stitch
Grossik began heavily.

Oh, Wei ...

There was time, there were forces
Yes, not that.
Years squeeze, wiped my coat.
One Jew lived, so he said that everything passes ...
The sun, too, Wei, sits at the sunset of the day,
But it is still born, it is a pity that not as an example of me.
Who will dress them all then in fashion?

My girl!
Tomorrow in the morning you will come back to me, my dear.
Faigele is mine.
Tall-eyed
Dad in the Myshko Mysho will say - Worn up.
People are different and songs are different,
Oh, Wei ...

Will be a day and will be food
Live no hurry.
Sometimes richer beggar
The one who did not have time to scatter.
One whom no one else
Nothing holds.

Threads, velvet yes needles -
That's all things.
Yes, even the Talmud on the shelf, -
So life went and went ...
Only the sun see I
Less and less often ...

There was time, there were forces
Yes, not that.
Years of hair squeeed,
Wastered my coat.
One Jew lived, so he said
That everything goes.

Quiet as in paradise ...
Stars over the town
High and bright
I sing myself, I cut myself ...
I sing myself ...