Sweet Odessa vanished into the haze
Golden, golden myriad lights.
Do not grieve much beloved brides
The sailors went out into the blue sea tide
It is not for nothing that the foreman brought
an accordion to our orlop quarters.
And sings about the wonderful curls blond
of a young Black Sea mariner sailor.
It is not for nothing that the foreman brought
an accordion to our cheerful quarters,
And sings about the wonderful curls blond
A young Black Sea sailor.
In vain do the girls tell fortunes about us
In the evening in our native land —
Sailors don\'t forget their girlfriends
And too their dear Fatherland.
So do not grieve, gentle brideses
The sailors will sure return fine
To their land, where near of Odessa
Golden lights at nights shine.