Текст песни ...пьяный запах распустившейся сирени - ...и трамваи пробивают себе путь в листве весенней

Smells of the sea
And the moon hangs above the Langeron,
And chestnuts
Softly whispering Boulevard sleepy.
Unsubstantial
Silver Night panorama of the south,
Sleep fountains,
Curtained orchards.

The boulevard
To the bottom of the staircase runs directly to the port.
In "Moon" park
And discussed marriage and abortion.
Still Life
Those that are in Arcadia on the beach,
Do not show
In the famous Leningrad's Hermitage.

No Odessa
Without brought and without a new market,
There are covered
Buyers and obscenities, and tan.
Along the boulevards
Drunk smell blown lilac
And trams
Punch your way through the foliage of spring.

Above berth
Beacon fire and forest harbor cranes.
In the sea gulls,
And above them proudly circling cormorants.
Restaurants
Coast lights lit,
The clink of glasses,
And sings the guitar for Odessa-mother.

And zagranku
I always draw you from memory,
Moldavanka
And cobblestone pavement native.
And Siltings,
Awake from the first tram,
And as a child,
I'm on the sunny city steps.