Lyrics Александр Розембаум - Песня еврейского портного

Quiet, as in paradise ...
The stars above the place are high and bright.
I sing myself,
And I cut myself.
Come on, night.
Relax, children, the day was very hot.
Behind the stitch is the stitch.
Groshik became heavy.

Oh, wei!
There was a time, there were forces,
Yes, it's not that.
Years hair was mown,
Wipe off my coat.
There lived a Jew, he said that everything passes.
The sun too, wei, sits down
At sunset of the day.
But it will still be born,
It's a pity that I'm not an example of me ...
Who will dress them all then in fashion? ..

My little girl,
Tomorrow morning you will come back to me again,
My darling,
Feigel is mine,
Sad-eyed,
Dad in the eye of Mays will say, laugh.
People are different,
And the songs are different ...

Oh, wei!
There will be a day, and there will be food,
Live slowly.
Sometimes the beggar is richer,
The one who did not have time to save.
The one who is nowhere anywhere
Does not hold anything.
Threads, velvet and needles -
That's all the case.
Yes, even the Talmud on the shelf -
So life would go on and on ...
Only the sun I see less and less,
Less often ...

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