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42 lines
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We are from Odessa sailors
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Street Odessa, old chestnuts ...
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Autumn Black Sea, bullets and fog ...
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Under the lights of menacing in the bitter hour of the night
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We left the city, the city of our own ...
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Trees have sadly seen off.
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"Where are you from?" - they whispered in the darkness.
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And we are in the heart of anguish responded:
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"We are from Odessa sailors."
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Since then, the battles we have often been,
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We are from the villages captured by the Germans beat.
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We meet a woman walked into the midnight hour,
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Our blood brothers hugged us.
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As the sons of the old woman we met,
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"Where are you from?" - anxiously repeated.
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We went ahead and quietly replied:
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"We are from Odessa sailors."
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Odessa for a sweet, darling of the house,
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For friends, comrades in the battle we go!
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Well, that is night is dark, that the terms of nizgi -
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For good reason we are called devils enemies!
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"Where are you from?" - they shouted - "I do not know."
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"What is your strength - we do not understand."
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And we are at war, began to answer:
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"We are from Odessa sailors."
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I do not know, in the autumn foggy winter il,
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We return to our city, the city of our welcome.
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But I know, my town, my dear old house,
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This time is coming - we'll come to you!
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And we will meet a cheerful sound of the surf,
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We knock on his native window.
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"Where are you from?" "We're right on the battlefield!"
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Came to Odessa sailors! 1942
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