Текст песни Ефим Шифрин - Ткачихи

Weaver small town,
Sent materyalchik for costume,
And loskutochek for silk handkerchief,
Thank you home, that's not thinking.

Parcel outfitted letter
About life, about his work shock,
And write to me want to become a singer
Thus as Leontiev popular.

I dream of our warm south,
Capital where I was and where I was not,
Weaver small town,
May the Lord protect you and the Big Sky!

It passes the year, followed by another godok,
Brochures will play light novyu,
And it is closer one day
Weaver with suffering and love.

Thank you, my family,
My darling, even sing!
Humming machines, humming machines veretyanye,
And everything everything everything overweening!