Ships stay for a while, and go back on their lanes, But return once again, even through the worst weather... Half a year wonít pass, before I will come again, Again to leave for half a year after a brief time together. Everyone would come back, except for the best friends, Except for the women most loyal and blessed, Except for the most needed, all return in the end... I donít believe in fate and I believe in myself even less. But Iíd like to believe that this isnít all true, That the fashion for ship-burning will soon end here. With friends and with works, I will come back to you, And of course I will sing, in less than half a year.
© Tamara Vardomskaya. Translation, ?