Lyrics Михаил Шуфутинский - Еврейский портной

Quiet, as in paradise ...
Stars above the town
High and bright.
I sing to myself, I cut myself.
The night fell ...
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,
He sits at the end 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
Again to me you will return,
My dear, my feygele,
Sad-eyed,
Dad in the eye of Mays will say -
You'll 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
He does not hold anything.
Thread, velvet and needles -
That's all the case,
And even the Talmud on the shelf -
So life would go on and on ...
Only the sun I see
Less and less often ...

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.

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