Текст песни КОНСТАНТИН БЕЛЯЕВ - Попурри на еврейские темы

Jews behave strangely -
They fly, despite the years,
they fly to hot countries,
And I can not be healthy.

And I stay in Russia,
On what I have reason,
I do not need orange juice
And you, Mrs. Meyerzon!

 With which the Motherland begins -
Since applying to OVIR,
From the paths that have been passed in exile
Up to you in the world around you.

Or maybe it starts
Since the departure of singer Gorobets
From the road, which is still
All the "idn" do not see the end!

 I'll take you to Israel, take you alone,
The sky of blue shining under the wing will be thrown at you,
In our little kibbutz we will live like in paradise -
The rest let them fuck in this tundra on the edge.

 Not on skis, not on sleds -
We will be lucky with the quick "Boeing",
And when you see everything -
You yourself will be delighted,
You will understand that it is not in vain
It is called Near,
He is really close to us,
This Western East ...

 Have you heard how the Jews sing?

 You have heard how the Jews sing -
No, not those under the flag of white and blue,
And the Jews, the Soviet Jews,
Long-time exiles of Russia.

So they settled in their places,
Before departure a few moments,
And a tear, transparent and pure,
Pours for you, the country of persecution.

 And sound card words
About fallen maple and birches,
Clean, like a nightingale's trills,
Ringing like morning tears.

And the song is more and more long, all ringing,
Here it is - the holy feeling of home,
And all the doctors' affairs are forgotten,
All questionnaires, items, all pogroms.

 A long way to the blue star
"Boeing" will take off - the time will come.
Caps off! - Yids sing in the port.
So they call the Jews in their homeland,
Caps off! - Yids sing in the port.
So they call the Jews in their homeland ...