Михаил Шуфутинский - Еврейский портной Музыка и слова А.Розенбаума
текст песни

Quietly, like in paradise ...
The stars over the place are high and bright.
I sing to myself, and I cut myself.
Sent, night.
Rest, children,
The day was very hot.
Behind the stitch stitch,
The penny became heavy, oh, Way!

There was time, there was strength
Yes, not that.
Years mowed by years
Wiped my coat.
One Jew lived, so he said
That everything goes away.
The sun too, Wei,
Sits at sunset of the day.
But it will still be born
It’s a pity that I was not an example of me ...
Who will wear them all
Then in fashion? ..

My girl,
You are tomorrow morning
You will return to me again,
My dear, Faigele, my
Sad -eyed,
Dad in the ear of Maisu will say, you will laugh.
People are different, and the songs are different ... Oh, vay!

There will be a day and there will be food
Live do not rush.
Sometimes richer is a beggar,
Anyone who did not have time to save.
The one who is already anywhere else
He does not hold anything.
Threads, velvet and needles -
That's all the things.
And even a talmud on the shelf, -
So life would go and walked ...
Only the sun I see less and less, less ...

There was time, there was strength
Yes, not that.
Years mowed by years
Wiped my coat.
One Jew lived, so he said
That everything goes away.

Quietly, like in paradise ...
The stars above the place are high and bright,
I sing to myself, and I roar for myself ...
I sing to myself ...