The fog is over the Valdai, covered with birch.
It stands by the sea in front of me,
Odessa is my city.
He meets with songs,
he accompanies with songs.
Odessa, my dear mother, is my city.
Ah, Odessa, the pearl by the sea!
Ah, Odessa, you knew a lot of grief!
Ah, Odessa, beloved southern land!
Ah,
Odessa,
the pearl by the sea! Ah,
Odessa,
you knew a lot of grief!
Oh, Odessa, beloved southern border,
Bloom, Odessa, bloom and flourish!
Oh, Odessa, pearl of the sea,
Oh, Odessa, you knew much grief.
Oh, Odessa, beloved southern border,
Bloom, Odessa, bloom and flourish!
Bloom, Odessa, bloom and flourish!
Oh,
Odessa!
Oh, Odessa!
Oh, Odessa!
There is such a people in the world,
He lives happily.
Odessa is a friendly people, He sings songs.
Who you do not ask,
Odessites will answer,
We were born to you.
Oh,
Odessa,
pearl of the sea,
Oh,
Odessa,
you knew much grief.
Oh, Odessa, beloved southern border,
Bloom, Odessa, bloom and flourish!
Bloom, Odessa, bloom and flourish!
Oh,
Odessa,
pearl of the sea,
Oh,
Odessa,
you knew much grief.
Oh, Odessa, beloved southern border,
Bloom, Odessa, bloom and flourish!
Oh,
Odessa,
pearl of the sea,
Oh,
Odessa,
you knew much grief.
Oh, Odessa, beloved southern border,
Bloom, Odessa, bloom and flourish!
Bloom, Odessa, bloom and flourish!
Oh, Odessa!
Oh,
Odessa!
Oh, Odessa!
Oh, Odessa!
Oh, Odessa!