All sea vessels that stayed now are 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, Just to 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 most. I donít have faith in fate; in myself - very little. But I want to believe that itís not as it seems, That this ship-burning fashion will soon disappear. And for sure Iíll be back, with my friends, with my dreams, And of course I will sing - in another half-year.
© Kirill Tolmachev. Translation, 2019