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843 B
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22 lines
843 B
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Maritime fall
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Autumn storm in the masts howling
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A slap in the side all night cold, angry wave ...
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Oh, yes the sea, oh yes, yes to open space
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Ten times on watch will remember your cheerful look.
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Nothing that my way is far north and autumn is so cruel,
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Warms the hearts of our Odessa, this eternal flame.
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Let rumbles all night wave - angry autumn we are not afraid!
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At the cheerful and brave sailors in the soul is always spring!
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Do not be sad, my dear, autumn storm,
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Otgremev like smoke parted somewhere in the stern ...
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Oh, yes the sea, oh yes, yes to open space
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Cope sailor brave the wind and waves.
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Nothing that my way is far north and autumn is so cruel,
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We will come back from a trip to Odessa on dear flame.
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We will gather friends in the spring, will be our first toast to you
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For love and for our youth and for the dear native land! |