Everyone sings about the Moldavian woman and Peres,
There is no one who does not know such songs,
Because it is very easy to compose a song about Odessa,
Although you have never been to Odessa.
Ah, Odessa-mother, a pearl by the sea, -
That's what the whole people called you with love.
You sang songs and did not know grief,
Because no one knew him then.
Chorus:
So smile at me, dark-skinned Odessa,
Although I don't have bucks and I'm not black at all,
Don't think I don't want a freebie,
I know very well that the freebie is over now.
We will take a wheelbarrow and go to the sea,
Crush a bottle on cold sand,
And we dance to the quiet noise of the surf,
And let's talk about such and such a life.
And in conversations they like figurativeness,
They even joke about immune deficiency,
And in the questionnaires, where the column "nationality",
Proudly write the word "Odessa".
I will not tell you, honestly, for all Odessa,
Because now Odessa is not like that at all,
But the Moldovan woman and the Peres know for sure,
Kostya the sailor is still respected.
Chorus.
Let the blue evening greet us with lanterns,
Let Old Duke look at us,
Arividerchi and goodbye, Odessa mother,
I will remember this magical time.
Arividerchi and goodbye, Odessa mother,
I will remember this magical time.
