Текст песни Маргарита Суханкина - Бублики

BUBLES

Chorus:

Buy bagels, hot bagels!
Buy bagels, people, hurry!
Chase the bagels for these bagels,
Which is just a mile for the Republic.

The night is coming, the lantern is swinging
Everything plunges into the darkness of the night.
And I am unhappy, private merchant
I stand and bagels I sell.

My father is a drunkard, reaching for a glass,
And mother is a cleaner, what a shame,
Sister walking, real thing,
And my brother is a pocket thief.

Inspector with a folder and a thick stick
He tells me to take a patent on bagels.
But I am Odessa, I am known to all,
And without a patent I’ll sell everything at the moment.

- Do not cry, Zhenechka, - Senechka repeats to me, -
After all, you are a girl in 17 years.
The eyes are tired and the cheeks are hollow
And lips are scarlet, like poppy color.

Oh foreigners, please pocket
Yes, get through the wallet soon.
Don’t stand long, you pay dollars
What a milieu of rubles for the Republic!