2021.05.08.
My Black Sea
He, who was born at the seaside,Не will always love
The white masts on the raid,
The cities in a sea mist,
The flash of the lighthouse over the wave,
The oblivion of the south nights.
You are the bluest in the world -
My Black Sea,
My Black Sea!
In the early years
The sea sang songs to me, as a mother,
The sea taught me
To stand against formidable storms.
The sailor's orlop, our modest housing,
Is dear to me.
You are the bluest in the world -
My Black Sea,
My Black Sea!
The storm wave is roaring,
Beckoning to the far horizon,
So, my darling, don't be jealous
Of the Black Sea.
Though it's a difficult fate -
I couldn't live without it.
You are the bluest in the world -
My Black Sea,
My Black Sea!