Iím daydreaming or having nightmare in bed, How the ships are sailing away... Only mine I donít 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!
© Anatoli Trojanowski. Translation, 2017