Текст песни Владимир Фридман - письмо далёкому другу

Well, what do you write, my friend Haim?
We're melting a little bit from the heat here.
And from the windows they fool our necks,
And on the back goosebumps - all Jews.

Well what do you write, my friend Fima?
We are free from the onslaught of the regime.
We are masters of our own ideas,
But you consider, there are only Jews around.

And what would we not Fima so parhata
We will be given free vending machines.
The country we are building, all the foremen themselves,
But you consider - around the Arabs alone.

But in general, so, I tell you Fima
Stop thinking, click here Kadima
Here women are beautiful like fairies,
But husbands, do not be afraid all are Jews.

So we'll see you soon.
Circumcision and the Torah await you.
In the desert, waiting for all the lizards, snakes
What do you think Fima - we are Jews.

Yes, I forgot to say, my dear Haim
My friend and I are buying a small factory here,
At first make 100 thousand I have,
And where to get more to a poor Jew?

So, literally in a year
I'll take you to this little factory
But in the meantime, for my Mazal, pour ka,
Yes, that's what, Fima, your mother is Jewish?

And yet, even though you and my close friend,
Let me speak Hebrew and Ktsat English.
After all, the choice, you must understand, we have here,
Oh, not easy Soviet to be a Jew.

Well that's all, I put an end to this
Kiss your wife, mistress and daughter.
Your first friend is Vanya Yeremeyev
Baruch HaShem, there are a lot of us here, Jews ...