Golden lights


In the mist disappeared dear Odessa -
Golden lights,
Do not be sad, beloved bride,
The blue sea sailors came.

Not without reason in our merry, noisy cockpit
Foreman brought the accordion
And sing about the wonderful curls
Black Sea the young sailor.

In vain girl wondering on us
Evening in his native land,
The sailors do not forget their friends,
How lovely your Motherland.

So do not be sad, cute bride,
sailors return
In his native land, where near the city of Odessa
Golden shine ogonki.1946