Текст песни Михаил Барановский и С.Никитин - Сапожник Вартан

Shoemaker Vartan

The shoe shop closely,
Under the eastern tune of a hammer pounding.
Skin color apricot
And from the smoke cigarettes the air a little bitter.
So easy, with a gentle smile,
To drive a nail in the soles
Easy swing of a confident hand.
His sharp razor knife
And - like a Dr. Dolittle -
Treats shoes and boots it.

CHORUS:
Tuk-tuk hammer
Enchanted boy
(On, poprobuyka on, bro)
Tuk-tuk hammer
It is not taught books
Tuk-tuk hammer
On the wizard-like
Tuk-tuk hammer
Uncle Vartan shoemaker
Uncle Vartan shoemaker
Uncle Vartan shoemaker
Knock-Knock

The first master it in the county
And about the golden hands often say.
He had seen the world
He was always the authority of adults and children.
In the morning at the shoe booth
He always finds a minute
To speak at the meeting "Barelyuys!"
Just as an old friend,
I'll answer it, "Barelyuys"
And somehow I smile.

CHORUS

Showered with chestnuts,
There are no booths, no Vartan -
Thirty years have passed.
But the memory paths
Somewhere slap shoes with just a seam.
Earth skewering we vert her feet
Rejoicing and maybe sadness.
Only in a shoe shop
The smell of glue, the smell of leather
Will the same thirty years later.

CHORUS