They will stay for a while, And then they’ll take course But they will return Breaking through winds a-wailing. And it won’t take six months Till I’m back at my house. Just to set out again, To set out for a six month’s a-sailing. Everybody returns But the best of our friends, And the best loving, faithful, Adorable women. Everybody returns But for those we need most I believe not in fate Nor myself I believe in. Yet I really want To believe I am wrong, And that burning one’s boats Will be soon void of meaning. I am sure to return Full of dreams, friends along, And it won’t take six months Till I get back to singing.
© Alec Vagapov. Translation, 1998