Текст песни Михаил Гулько - Местечко

Jewish town with a synagogue
And a pile of worries and gesheft
Born under the star of his wretched
I did not live in it, it lives in me;

The township, the township, the roof smoke ring
She fell on the porch, the Saturday Star
And in the house no frets, and it is necessary to go all
Oh, who would have suggested, how and where

The town rises from the fire
Burning as our seven candles
We gave the world many commissioners
But thank God more than violinists

The township, the township, the roof smoke ring
She fell on the porch, the Saturday Star
And in the house no frets, and it is necessary to go all
Oh, who would have suggested, how and where

Beauties from us, it's a miracle
And because the house is full of kids
And from the chicken neck to the Talmud
We do not take anything for granted

The township, the township, the roof smoke ring
She fell on the porch, the Saturday Star
And in the house no frets, and it is necessary to go all
Oh, who would have suggested, how and where.