Текст песни Е.Кричмар - Одесский двор

Odessa courtyard

E. Krichmar

In the shade of acacia, cramped courtyards -
The usual Odessa housing,
Where old carpets are beaten
And the dust flies onto clean linen.

Where in the sizzling primus chad
Potato and garlic flavor
And from apartments where life is all in sight,
You can hear both music and mat.

The evening air is warm and thick
And inevitably you hold back your spirit
When you pass every yard through the line
Old women peering from the benches.

And, tangled in washed leotards,
Diving under the clothesline
In any yard you will hear from the windows
The words of a familiar world song.

Pensioner, binder and chauffeur,
Putting the dominoes aside in a moment,
How to end the argument on command
And listened to the ingenuous motive.

A piece of sky, ficus on the window.
A draft is blowing like a curtain ...
Odessa courtyard, you often dream of me
Odessa courtyard, you brought me to life.