Текст песни Юрий Лорес - Башмачник, скрипач, и портной

Bashmachnik, violinist and tailor
  

Tell me, why does it seem to me all the time,
As if they were living behind my wall
Three kind and very funny man:
Bashmachnik, violinist and tailor?

Tell me, why is their work fun?
Empty wallet and stomach empty.
Conversations for a glass are conducted on Saturdays
Bashmachnik, violinist and tailor.

About how wonderful that clothes are torn,
That there is nothing eternal under the moon,
What people need undoubtedly, as before,
Bashmachnik, violinist and tailor.

Let time pass through the cobwebs of the sky,
There is no point in looking for the meaning of life on earth,
While there is work and a bit of bread, -
The shoemaker, the violinist and the tailor decided,

That happiness is not about stuffing your stomach
And more to have than has another ...
What are the strange people
Bashmachnik, violinist and tailor!

The closets are not very cozy at home ...
Surely all the troubles went by?
Really there will be no wars, no pogroms,
Bashmachnik, violinist and tailor?