konysh gul, we thank you for the magic of the sennya dakranutstsa and the sapraudna whole of such a culture place are high and bright, i sing to myself, i cover myself, night has fallen, rest, children. the day was very hot, stitch after stitch, stitch, the penny became heavy, oh, there was time, there was strength, it’s not the same there anymore, they mowed my hair, wiped my coat, there lived one jew, so he said that everything passes, the sun also sets at sunset, but it will still be born, it’s a pity that it’s not like me. who will dress them all in fashion, my girl, tomorrow morning you will come back to me again, my dear, my fagels, sad-eyed, half-shaked maysa will say, you will laugh, people are different and... dream different to me, oh, there will be a day food to live, take your time, sometimes the rich, the beggar is the one who did not have time to accumulate, the one whom no one holds anywhere anymore, thread, velvet, and needles, that’s all the things, and they’re also crushed on the shelf, so life would go on, only i see the sun less and less, less often, there was a time, th