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В приморском парке до утра
Играла музыка вчера.
Гуляли пары — брюки клёш и мини-юбки.
Гулял весенний ветерок,
И тёплый выпал вечерок,
Невесел был один одесский паренёк.
Ну от чего ж весёлым быть,
Ведь завтра в море уходить
И снова волны бороздить
В солёном море…
А тут кипит, бурлит весна,
И потому вот не до сна,
Побывка кончится, и завтра снова в море.
С печалью снимешь брюки клёш,
Наденешь форму и пойдёшь,
Взмахнёт платком с причала верная подруга.
Качнётся берег за кормой,
И только чайки над волной
Тебе споют о том, о чём ты так грустишь…
Прошёл как день в заботах год,
Корабль твой вернулся в порт,
И ты вразвалочку проходишь по бульвару.
Встречает город моряка.
Заметен ты издалека.
Цветут каштаны, снова бесится весна…
Ну от чего ж весёлым быть,
Ведь завтра в море уходить
И снова волны бороздить
В солёном море…
А тут кипит, бурлит весна,
И потому вот не до сна,
Побывка кончится, и завтра снова в море.
(И вот уж вечер твой настал,
Ты брюки клёш свои достал,
Но коротки они, ты вырос, ты мужчина.
Всплакнула мама, скрыв слезу,
Отец похлопал по плечу,
И ты от этого немного стал смелей.
Ну от чего ж весёлым быть,
Коль завтра в море уходить
И снова волны бороздить
В солёном море…
А тут кипит, бурлит весна,
И потому вот не до сна,
Побывка кончится, и завтра снова в море.)*
На танцы в форме ты идешь.
В ней ты стройней, чем в брюках клёш.
И смотрят на тебя все девушки Одессы…
Для них завидный ты жених,
Но ты проходишь мимо них
И с грустью смотришь на бушующий прибой…
Ну от чего ж весёлым быть?
Тебе ведь моря не забыть,
И волн тебе не бороздить
В солёном море.
И не нужна тебе весна,
Когда зовет тебя волна,
Ты для себя уже решил —
Уходишь в море!
В приморском парке до утра
Играла музыка вчера.
Гуляли пары — брюки-клёш и мини-юбки.
Гулял весенний ветерок,
И тёплый выпал вечерок,
Невесел был один одесский паренёк.
Ну от чего ж весёлым быть?
Ему ведь моря не забыть,
И волн ему не бороздить
В солёном море.
И не нужна ему весна,
Когда зовёт к себе волна,
Он для себя уже решил
Уходит в море!
22.02.1992 Ялта
In the seaside park until the morning
Music played yesterday.
Couples walked - flared trousers and mini-skirts.
The spring breeze was walking
And a warm evening fell
One Odessa boy was not happy.
Well, why be funny,
After all, tomorrow to go to sea
And again the waves plow
In the salty sea ...
And here spring is boiling, boiling,
And that's why it's not up to sleep,
The trip will end, and tomorrow again at sea.
With sadness, take off your flared trousers,
Put on your uniform and go
A faithful friend will wave a handkerchief from the pier.
The shore sways astern
And only seagulls above the wave
They will sing to you about what you are so sad about ...
A year passed like a day in worries
Your ship has returned to the port,
And you waddle along the boulevard.
The city of the sailor meets.
You are visible from afar.
The chestnuts are blooming, spring is furious again ...
Well, why be funny,
After all, tomorrow to go to sea
And again the waves plow
In the salty sea ...
And here spring is boiling, boiling,
And that's why it's not up to sleep,
The trip will end, and tomorrow again at sea.
(And now your evening has come,
You took out your flared trousers,
But they are short, you grew up, you are a man.
Mom cried, hiding a tear,
Father patted on the shoulder
And that made you a little bolder.
Well, why be funny,
Kohl go to sea tomorrow
And again the waves plow
In the salty sea ...
And here spring is boiling, boiling,
And that's why it's not up to sleep,
The trip will end, and tomorrow again at sea.) *
You go to dance in uniform.
In her you are slimmer than in flared trousers.
And all the girls of Odessa are looking at you ...
For them, you are an enviable groom,
But you walk past them
And with sadness you look at the raging surf ...
Well, why be funny?
You can't forget the sea
And you can't plow the waves
In the salty sea
And you don't need spring
When the wave calls you
You have already decided for yourself -
Going out to sea!
In the seaside park until the morning
Music played yesterday.
Couples walked - flared trousers and mini-skirts.
The spring breeze was walking
And a warm evening fell
One Odessa boy was not happy.
Well, why be funny?
He can't forget the sea,
And he can't plow the waves
In the salty sea
And he doesn't need spring
When the wave calls to itself
He has already decided for himself
Out to sea!
02.22.1992 Yalta
Music played yesterday.
Couples walked - flared trousers and mini-skirts.
The spring breeze was walking
And a warm evening fell
One Odessa boy was not happy.
Well, why be funny,
After all, tomorrow to go to sea
And again the waves plow
In the salty sea ...
And here spring is boiling, boiling,
And that's why it's not up to sleep,
The trip will end, and tomorrow again at sea.
With sadness, take off your flared trousers,
Put on your uniform and go
A faithful friend will wave a handkerchief from the pier.
The shore sways astern
And only seagulls above the wave
They will sing to you about what you are so sad about ...
A year passed like a day in worries
Your ship has returned to the port,
And you waddle along the boulevard.
The city of the sailor meets.
You are visible from afar.
The chestnuts are blooming, spring is furious again ...
Well, why be funny,
After all, tomorrow to go to sea
And again the waves plow
In the salty sea ...
And here spring is boiling, boiling,
And that's why it's not up to sleep,
The trip will end, and tomorrow again at sea.
(And now your evening has come,
You took out your flared trousers,
But they are short, you grew up, you are a man.
Mom cried, hiding a tear,
Father patted on the shoulder
And that made you a little bolder.
Well, why be funny,
Kohl go to sea tomorrow
And again the waves plow
In the salty sea ...
And here spring is boiling, boiling,
And that's why it's not up to sleep,
The trip will end, and tomorrow again at sea.) *
You go to dance in uniform.
In her you are slimmer than in flared trousers.
And all the girls of Odessa are looking at you ...
For them, you are an enviable groom,
But you walk past them
And with sadness you look at the raging surf ...
Well, why be funny?
You can't forget the sea
And you can't plow the waves
In the salty sea
And you don't need spring
When the wave calls you
You have already decided for yourself -
Going out to sea!
In the seaside park until the morning
Music played yesterday.
Couples walked - flared trousers and mini-skirts.
The spring breeze was walking
And a warm evening fell
One Odessa boy was not happy.
Well, why be funny?
He can't forget the sea,
And he can't plow the waves
In the salty sea
And he doesn't need spring
When the wave calls to itself
He has already decided for himself
Out to sea!
02.22.1992 Yalta