I’m daydreaming or having nightmare in bed,
How the ships are sailing away...
Only mine I don’t see in the road stead -
Or they simply forget, I would say?

Or they leaving for those foreign lands
Only in order to slip away, then, -
Coming back in to our novels,
So they can forget for a moment,

In order to get off from that chained bed of no use -
To listen to the wind in the woodland,
In order to screw all this long distant cruise -
In Odessa turn up again...

Do listen, you! Well, who are we judging
And why are we keep singing on?
Do you know, these sad people, I mean
They will croak, and we simply will burn!