Текст песни Юрий Лорес - Башмачник, скрипач, и портной

Shoemaker, a tailor and a violinist
  

Tell me why I always dreaming,
Like live mine wall
Three good and very funny man:
Shoemaker, a tailor and a violinist?

Tell me why their cheerful job?
An empty wallet and your stomach is empty.
Conversations over a glass are on Saturdays
Shoemaker, a tailor and a violinist.

Oh how wonderful that is torn clothes,
That there is nothing eternal under the moon,
What people need certainly, as before,
Shoemaker, a tailor and a violinist.

Let gossamer time sew sky
It makes no sense to look for the meaning of life on earth,
While there is a bit of work and bread -
Decided shoemaker, a tailor and a violinist,

What happiness is not to fill your stomach
And have more than the other has ...
What is it that strange people
Shoemaker, a violinist and a tailor!

Closet is not very comfortable home ...
Surely all the troubles have been a party?
Surely there will be no wars, no pogroms,
Shoemaker, a tailor and a violinist?