Ships they rest for a while and then set on their course, But they always come back. Any storm they can bear. Half a year goes by, and then I return, Just to leave once again, for another half a year. Everybody returns. Everyone in the fleet, Everyone but the best friends and most loyal women! Everybody comes back. Except those we need. Destiny I donít trust, as itís common for seamen. But I want to believe, that itís not a trend. Old ships are never burned but are always spared. I will surely return, full of plans, full of friends. I will sing once again, after less than half a year.
© Vadim Astrakhan. Translation, 2007
© Vadim Astrakhan. Performance, 2007