Odessa

             Muses. N. Motkov Sl. N. Motkov                            Sea terminal, Potemkin Stairs,                                    In Odessa invites all guests,                               He meets, sees off everyone, the wizard,                                      Odessa is my mother, the city of news,                                  The surf rattles and the deck rocks,                              The command sounds "To stand in places"                                   And Odessa seems to be smiling at me,                                Hurrying as if my mother hugs Black Sea, Odessa pier,                                   The sea of ;;smiles I met here,                                A cry of white gulls over a blue wave,                                      Black Sea, I'm with you again                                 Mists rise, the city wakes up                                         And turquoise covered with anchors,                                  And the Moldavian woman seems to be washing herself,                                   The whistle of a large ship sounds,                           The magic city meets us with a song,                                The motif "Odessa, my city" sounds,                                    And Odessians are kind and gentle,                            Everyone is invited to our home                                        Goodbye, Odessa, I want to meet again,                                   To plunge into the sea of ;;sweet days,                                    I will wait and I will hope,                                    That I will return to the arms of friends,                                 I did not forget to throw a coin into the sea,                                 Under the evening quiet wave splash,                            But the command sounds - "To weed off"                                    I bid farewell to the city of dreams