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                                                                                                Хаим, хватит, лавочку закрой!-Haim, enough, shut up your shop!
                                                                                                                                 
 Lyrics - Uknown Music - Unknown
                                                                                                                            Singer
Alik Fiber (Ukraine)

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 This song was originated in Odessa - Ukraina. Around 1936.This song about a Schlimazel by name Chaim. All his business was buying and selling old closes. Chaim was very poor. His wife was having babies every year
not one, but two or three kids at the time. Neighbors were telling him:” Chaim enough shut up your shop”.
 One day Chaim passed away from hunger. But his wife doesn’t stop having babies .Neighbors was joking - even he is in heaven, his wife still having babies. It was a joyful song. The end of the song neighbors are saying “Chaim enough Close your shop”

Russian 
Жил на свете Хаим,
Никем не замечаем,
Старые вещи Хаим покупал.
Жил на свете Хаим,
Никем не замечаем,
Олдер шмухес Хаим торговал.

От такой работы только муки,
Потерял наш бедный Хаим брюки.
А жена его ругает,
Очень часто повторяет:
"Хаим, хватит, лавочку закрой!"

Жена его Рая,
Ничуть не  унывая,
Сыновей рожает каждый год.
То рожает двое,
То рожает трое,
То рожает сразу четырёх.

 Окружен наш Хаим детворой,
От его  детишек нет покоя.
Часто в дружеской беседе
Говорят ему соседи:
"Хаим,  хватит, лавочку закрой!"

 Голодом снедаем,
Умер бедный  Хаим,
Все пошли его похоронить.
Жена его Рая,
Темпов не  снижая,
Продолжает девочек родить.

Смотрит весь народ на это чудо:
Где  берутся дети и откуда?
Видно, Хаим с того света
Продолжает дело  это...
Хаим, хватит, лавочку закрой!



English  
Here was a Chaim
No one notice
Old things Haim bought.
Here was a Chaim
No one notice
Alder shmuhes Haim traded.

From such work only trouble
Lost our poor Chaim pants.
And his wife scolds
It is often repeated:
"Chaim, stop, close your shop!"

His wife Haya
Not a bit of good cheer,
Sons to give birth every year.
It gives birth to two,
It gives birth to three,
That immediately gives birth to four.


Surrounded by our kids Haim,
From his children no peace.
Often in a friendly conversation
Neighbors say it:
"Chaim, stop, close your shop!"


Consumed with hunger,
Haim died poor,
All went to bury him.
His wife of Haya
Rates without compromising,
Continues to give birth to girls


Watching all the people on this miracle:
Where do babies come from and how?
It can be seen from the other world Haim
Continues the work of this ...
Haim, enough, shut up shop!