Москва - Одесса [Moskva - Odessa] [English translation]

For the umpteenth time I fly Moscow-Odessa,

Again the plane is not allowed to leave.

But wait, walks all dressed up in blue a princess, i.e. stewardess

Reliable, like all our Civil Airfleet!

Above Murmansk all clear and not a cloud,

And you can fly to Askhabat today,

Wide open Kiev, Kharkov, Kishenev,

And Lvov accepts, but I don't need to go there!

They told me: "For today don't keep your hopes up!

It is not worth it to rely on heavens' help!"

And here again they are delaying my flight to Odessa

This time, the runway’s coating sheet of ice.

In Leningrad roofs melting, spring is on!

Why won’t I fly to Leningrad? I swear!

Tbilisi's obvious, there must be very warm,

Great tea is grown, but I don't need to go there!

I hear: “Rostovites are flying out!”

Just take me to Odessa at any price.

But I need to go there, where I haven’t been allowed,

And that's why they again postpone the flight.

I need to be where snowdrifts pile up undone,

Where more snowfalls expected by tomorrow.

Though somewhere is all clear from shining sun!

It’s very nice, but I don’t need to go there!

We're not allowed from here, and we're not accepted there.

Not fair! I'm furious! But wait….

The stewardess, quite bored, invites us to the gate to board.

Available, like all our Civil Airfleet!

They’ve opened up the farthest planet’s nook,

With no award to go, one wouldn’t dare.

Declassified the secret port Vladivostok!

Paris est ouvert [Pari-etuver], but I don't need to go there!

We’re taking off, it’ll clear up, restrictions lifted!

The liner’s strained, we hear the screeching of turbines.

I've lost all hope by now, I will never be accepted.

Again, they’ll find many reasons to decline.

I need to be where blizzards, fog, and missing sun,

Where snowfalls are expected everywhere.

They now opened London, Deli, Magadan,

They’ve opened all of them, but I don't need to go there!

To laugh or cry, I’m right, but there is still delay with flight.

It’s leading us back to the past, indeed. But, wait….

All steady'n slim like "TU", same stewardess - Miss Odessa!

Resembling all our Civil Airfleet!

But then again, my flight’s delayed till eight,

The citizens doze off with no objections.

I've had enough! All go to hell, I say.

I'm flying anywhere, wherever they accept me!

• Artist:Vladimir Vysotsky
• Album:Сборник