FAVORITE YESK
co-authors of the words Leonid Ozheredov and Lilia Knorozova, music by Lilia Knorozova
From the port to the right - beaches stretched to the left,
Here in the summer - extreme heat,
Customs Pilipenko day and night on guard,
A bulk carrier - tanker is on the roadstead.
And the cranes, like giraffes turn their heads,
Pouring Kuban grain into the hold
That the Yeisk port is silent for the night, do not believe
It’s full of work for the guys.
Chorus:
We live in our beloved Yeysk for many years,
We are sad when we leave for a long time,
And if we meet the dawn at the “smartie” -
On the "Kamenka" we watch the sunsets.
In a good mood, we hurry to the sea -
Shelter of dolphins, gulls, ships,
We talk and argue about beaches for hours,
Which one is for every mile,
"Limansky", "Youth" and "Central" know
And "Kamenka" and "Baby goat" are,
But, from Tamanskaya to the "Dolphin" we resort,
Where the "firs" there we did not count.
In the "merchant" compound, a pile of abundance,
Trades the southern market in a row,
And Yeysk is not impoverished with wines, as long as
Grapes ripen under the hot sun
Hurry up to buy spices from Aunt Rosa,
Magalyas has sultry wine,
And the chacha of Nikolaiich, a severe frost,
Taste such a miracle is not a sin.
Goby, ram and tyulka this is fishing luck -
And sturgeon and fat bearing
And the summer Yeysk lives with one big fortune,
When lovingly meets us all.
Yeysk and the coast calm down in winter
Only "Krutov" on the bay pierces ice,
And the monument to Poddubny stands as before,
And the wind sings a song about small things.