Шуфутинский Михаил - Моя Одесса - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The sea smells, and the moon hangs just above Longeron, and the chestnut trees whisper softly to the half-asleep boulevard.

The southern panorama of the night shimmers weightlessly, the fountains sleep, curtained by orchards.

The southern panorama of the night shimmers weightlessly, the fountains sleep, curtained by orchards.

From the boulevard, a staircase runs down to the port, where marriage and abortion are discussed in the moonlit park.

Still lifes, like those on the beach in Arcadia, won't be shown in the famous Leningrad Hermitage.

There's no Odessa without Privoz and the new market, where shoppers are covered in both swearing and tanned.

The boulevards carry the heady scent of blossoming lilacs, and trams make their way through the spring foliage. The boulevards are intoxicated with the scent of blossoming lilacs, and trams thread their way through the spring foliage.

Above the pier, a lighthouse glows and a forest of harbor cranes, seagulls sing in the sea, and cormorants circle proudly above them.

Restaurants illuminate the shore with lights, glasses clink, and a guitar sings for Mother Odessa.

And abroad, I always picture you from memory, Moldavanka and the cobblestone streets of my home,

And Peresyp, awakened by the first tram, and, as in childhood, I walk through the sunny city.

And Peresyp, awakened by the first tram, and, as in childhood, I walk through the sunny city.

And, as in childhood, I walk through the sunny city, and, as in childhood, I walk through the sunny city.