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 don’t trust, as it’s common for seamen.

But I want to believe, that it’s 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.