| Scows full of mullet
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| Kostya brought to Odessa
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| And all the bandits got up,
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| When he entered the pub.
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| The sea turns blue beyond the boulevard,
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| The chestnut blossoms over the city
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| And Konstantin takes the guitar
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| And sings in a low voice.
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| “I won’t tell you for all of Odessa -
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| All of Odessa is very large,
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| But both Moldavanka and Peresyp
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| They adore the sailor's bone.
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| Fisherwoman Sonya once in May,
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| Sending a barge to the shore,
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| She said to him: “Everyone knows you,
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| And I see it for the first time.”
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| In response, opening a pack of "Kazbek"
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| Kostya told her coldly:
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| "You are an interesting eccentric,
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| But the point, you see, is
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| I will not tell you for all of Odessa -
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| All of Odessa is very large,
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| But both Moldavanka and Peresyp
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| They adore the sailor's bone.
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| The fountain was covered with bird cherry
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| Boulevard French was in bloom
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| "Our Kostya seems to have fallen in love" -
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| Shouted loaders in the port.
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| About this news for a week
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| Fishermen were everywhere.
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| For the wedding, movers put on
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| Shoes with a terrible creak.
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| I will not tell you for all of Odessa -
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| All of Odessa is very large,
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| Day and night the whole Peresyp walked
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| At a sailor's merry wedding. |