Ships would rest for a while and then set their course But one day they come back through the storms, from no where Half a year will pass, and I will be back home For a while and then go, for another half-year Everybody comes back except friends who were close Except most beloved and devoted women Everybody comes back, but not those you need most Do not tell me: "Itís fate", - I refuse to believe it But I want to believe that fate is going to change Burning bridges and ships will be out of fashion Sure I will return full of plans back to friends And of course I will sing, half-a year is not long just be passion
© Elena Negnevitsky. Translation, 2008
© Larisa Gershtein. Performance, 2008