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 isnít 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 doesnít come!
© Elisabeth Jelinek. Translation, 2018