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.
© ?. Translation, 2019