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

It smells of the sea
And the moon hangs above the Langeron,
And chestnuts
Quietly whispering Boulevard sleepy.
Weightlessness
Silver Night panorama of the south,
Sleep fountains,
Curtained orchards.

From Boulevard
By the bottom of the ladder runs directly to the port.
The "Moon" park
And discussed marriage and abortion.
Still Life
Those in Arcadia on the beach,
Do not show
In the famous Hermitage Museum Leningrad.

None of Odessa
Without supplied and without a new market,
There are covered
Buyers and obscenities, and tan.
Along the boulevard
Drunk-blown scent of lilac,
And trams
Fight their way through the leaves of spring.

Above the berth
Beacon fire and forest cranes.
The sea gull,
And above them proudly circling cormorants.
Restaurants
Lights illuminate the coast,
The clink of glasses,
Guitar and sings for Odessa-mother.

And zagranku
I always draw you from memory,
Moldavanka
Native and cobblestone pavement.
And Peresyp,
Awake from the first tram,
As a child,
I'm on the sunny city steps.