Ships would wait for a while and set off for their ways,
Still they use to return through whatever the weather.
And in halve-a-year’s time I'll be back for some days
To be leaving again, to be leaving again, as I gather.
People mostly return, except intimate friends,
Saving very attractive devoted women.
People always come back, but the needed and best.
I do not trust to fate, I do not trust to fate; to myself – slighter even.
But I’d like to believe that it does not take place -
To burn out one’s boats will not be latest fashion.
Surely I will come back, all in dreams and in friends,
I will, certainly, sing, I will, certainly, sing, - not a false expectation.