Текст песни Александр Розенбаум - Песня старого портного

Quietly, like in paradise ...
Stars over the borough high and bright.
I myself sing,
I imagine a cut.
Omit the night.
Relax, the children, the day was very hot.
During stitch stitch.
Groshik became heavy.

        Oh, wel!
        There was a time, there were forces,
        Yes, is not it.
        Years hair mowed,
        I wiped my coat.
        He lived a Jew, so he said that everything passes.
        The sun, too, wei, sits
        At sunset the day.
        But it is even born,
        It is a pity that not an example of me ...
        Who will wear them all the fashion then? ..

My girl,
Tomorrow morning you come back to me again,
My darling,
Feygele my
Grustnoglazaya,
Dad in the eye of Mays says zasmeeshsya.
People are different,
And the songs are different ...

        Oh, wel!
        On the day, and there will be food,
        To live not in a hurry.
        Sometimes richer beggar
        Those who did not manage to save.
        The one no one anywhere
                                 nothing holds.
        Yarn, needles velvet yes -
        That's all the case.
        Yes, the Talmud on the shelf -
        So would life went so was ...
        Only the sun, I see less and less,
                                     less ...

Quietly, like in paradise ...
Stars over borough
                    high and bright,
I myself sing,
I imagine a cut ...