Thunder roared - an intervention is on the way,
Governmental investigation disperses telegrams,
That all Odessa is overcrowded with thieves
And that a critical moment has begun -
And obscure elements oppress.

There is no such an arrangement - the superiors are sad, -
In all dens isn’t drunk wine, but poison,
In the whole town are killings and raids, -
A command is given - everything is at stake
And a reserve variant is employed.

There goes a cop - he is on his beat,
Governmental investigation disperses telegrams,
That all Odessa is overcrowded with thieves
And that a critical moment has begun -
And obscure elements oppress.

And they give as an answer the following advice:
Have a drop of repect for this crisis,
Four time from one side - no Odessa-mum for you!
May the cop go, be on his beat, -
There is no such an arrangement - and the number doesn’t come!