Одесса...Моя Одесса(My Odessa)

М. Шуфутинский. Моя Одесса. Smell of the sea, and the moon hung over the Spar, And chestnuts murmuring to the Boulevard half asleep. Easily silver of the night South panorama, Sleep fountains, covered with curtains of fruit orchards. Easily silver of the night South panorama, Sleep fountains, covered with curtains of fruit orchards. From the down staircase runs directly to the port, In the Park are discussed and marriage and abortion. Still-lifes, those in Arcadia on the beach, Don&show in the famous Leningrad Hermitage. No Odessa without Importation and without the new Bazaar, There are covered with buyers and obscenities, and tan. Along the boulevards drunk smell of growing lilac, And trams carve their way through the leaves of spring. Along the boulevards drunk smell of growing lilac, And trams carve their way through the leaves of spring. Above the quay - lighthouse fire and the wood, port cranes, In the sea gulls, and above them proudly flutter cormorants. Restaurants lit up the coast of the lights, Clinking of glasses, and sings guitar for the Odessa-Mama. And in загранке I always have you on the memory of the draw, Moldavanka and булыжную native pavement, And Tombolo, awakened from the first tram, And, as in my childhood, I on the sun city walk. And Tombolo, awakened from the first tram, And, as in my childhood, I on the sun city walk. Пахнет морем, и луна висит над самым Лонжероном, И каштаны тихо шепчутся с бульваром полусонным. Невесомо серебрится ночи...