All sea vessels had stayed but theyíre back on the track,
They will have to return, through the storm they will steer.
A half-year hardly will pass and I will come back,
But Iíll leave one more time, For another half-year.
All are bound to return, except very best friends,
Except our most beloved, unwavering women,
All are bound to return, except those we need best.
I donít trust any fates, And myself - very little.
But I want to believe that itís not as it seems, -
That the ship burning fashion will soon disappear.
I will have to come back, with my friends and with dreams,
I will have to sing songs, In another half-year.