Ships stop for a while and set a course, But they return through bad weather. In less than half a year - and I appear, To be again away, To leave again for half a year. They all return, except best friends, Except most loved and faithful women. They all return, - except those we need most. I donít believe in fate and myself - still less. I want to think, thatís not so, - That burning oneís boats will soon be out of fashion. I certainly will come back, together with friends and dreams. I, shall sing, of course, - in less than half a year.
© Elisabeth Jelinek. Translation, 2018