Verses of Ukraine Mariners by Alexey Fatianoff

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.