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 don’t have faith in fate; in myself - very little.

But I want to believe that it’s not as it seems,
That this ship-burning fashion will soon disappear.
And for sure I’ll be back, with my friends, with my dreams,
And of course I will sing - in another half-year.