Джиган - Одесса - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I am an artist I wear damn knows where, I live in airplanes well or in the train

We eat without a mode, often delicacies, stresses happen from sleepless nights

I am surrounded by different: black, white busty busty,

There are full, there are thin,

On the Internet I find native

I am not able to marry anyone and hardly, today I remember you, and tomorrow I will forget

I am engaged with one princess, my bride is called Odessa

She is not young for her already for two hundred, of course, in this, of course, his charms, however, she has a doofig, it turned out that one of them I

Be loved in your mother wildly, she can a parent I became a psycho

Or I am one of these types that have a complex of Oedip

I have no depression in Odessa, there is no depression in Odessa, I will come back here late or early

Waiting for me to always home Odessa Mom

I sleep and see her in a dream, she and you all and in my head

And as the name of your girlfriend, yeah i do it on the left shoulder in the form of a tattoo

And how much she finished aesthetes: singers, musicians, artists, poets

Such mom is not children, but diamonds

Among them met at times and talents

Some of them bothered on the boulevards, someone lived in camps, and someone slept on the gaze

There were years not always calm

Many fiercers, and have long deceased

There was a era and a bear donut, did not live to thirties, they slam the brother,

many sons in themselves

Viktor Palycha here also graves

I have no depression in Odessa, there is no depression in Odessa, I will come back here late or early

Waiting for me to always home Odessa Mom

There was a war, was hunger and thirst

I remember, I told my grandfather once

As the fixed sailors in the vests cut the pharyas pharyas, in hand-to-hand

For mommy died, substituting the chest

Tenheld have time to pierce

And when the appears, in the trenches they sang Murka boys with Moldovans

And after the war on the feats, not looking

The lesson from the nursery was taken to the camps

Eh, Maman has long been it was

Having greased the Soviet cattle

How many interesting people here

I do not mean cops and bleaches

Pretty Mother

My cradle Moldavanka

I was born here, I'm in love with you

You gave me life, and the world of chanson

You are pearl, you and Palmyra

Or just a communal apartment