Having stayed on the berth, ships are taking a steer,
Having conquered a storm, they return to the harbor at once.
I will come back to you in no later than half of a year,
Just to set off again for no less than six months.

People always return. Those, who won’t emerge
Are your dearest friends and the worshipped, faithfullest women.
People always return, with exception for those you urge.
There’s no faith in fate, neither confidence in me within me.

I refuse to believe that it is what it seems,
Burning bridges behind is the habit that no one’d adhere.
I’ll for sure return with my friends and my dreams,
I will certainly sing in no later than half of this year.