Текст песни Геннадий Белов - Песня Насреддина

I went out on a difficult path
     Maybe I'll meet a miracle
     Bukhara will remember the way -
     I will not be a scoundrel.
     
     And let them know to know -
     I won’t know with her
     I’ll sing songs
     Smile at the sun.
     
     Bazaar songs
     I'm a potter, very old
     Mnu clay, wildebeest back,
     The pot is good, I'll give it for a penny
     
     Oh yeah cakes, what kind of cakes
     Sweet, hot -
     Lick your fingers.
     
     Where do I get these words
     To sing you halva
     And how not to sing about halva to me,
     Thanks halva I live!
     
     Listen, the inhabitants of noble Bukhara,
     Great emir whose thoughts are wise
     The new tax announces to you all:
     Submit at number 137.
     
     The emir imposed this tax on everyone -
     Pay for tears, as well as for laughter.
     The Emir wishes you well and good luck -
     If you want to laugh, you want to cry.