In a strange town where it never rains
and where the townhall is made of tinfoil,
a dishevelled old vendor of umbrellas
opens each morning his colourful stand.
Then, in his high-pitched voice he invites clients,
holding colourful umbrellas in his hands;
umbrellas tiny like buttons:
white, yellow, violet and pink.
Umbrellas, umbrellas for adults and for children!
Umbrellas, umbrellas – they won’t let through a single drop!
Umbrellas, umbrellas, very cheap umbrellas!
Umbrellas, umbrellas – please buy1 them, ladies and gentlemen!
Small people have small houses made of sand
and small cars made of play dough...
Small people have very little time,
because their clocks and hours are small...
They have to make golden balls, to go to the theatre,
and then to drop in for a while to see a neighbour.
Nobody takes a look at the vendor of umbrellas,
besides, it never rains at their place.
Umbrellas, umbrellas for adults and for children!
Umbrellas, umbrellas – they won’t let through a single drop!
Umbrellas, umbrellas, very cheap umbrellas!
Umbrellas, umbrellas – please buy them, ladies and gentlemen!
The dishevelled old vendor of umbrellas
that used to open his stand, left the town.
Then it started to rain from the small sky
onto the streets and the townhall – the one made of tinfoil.
And the small people from their small houses,
when they got their beards and their hair wet,
they realized that at the marketplace, by the townhall
there no longer is a stand and a vendor of colourful umbrellas.
Umbrellas, umbrellas, very cheap umbrellas!
Umbrellas, umbrellas – please buy them, ladies and gentlemen!
Please buy them, ladies and gentlemen!
Umbrellas! Umbrellas!
1. lit. "take"