You think I am a sedentary man? Believe me, you are very wrong on this one. Iíll tell you how I went to Magadan, Listen! How I saw the bay of Nagaisk, and The highways... If thereís sleet, if thereís snow, if thereís ice, then - Itís my way. I told a friend, "Iíll visit when I can." My promise was as good as etched in granite. I knew, someday, Iíd get to Magadan, Dammit! I would see the bay of Nagaisk, and The highways... If thereís sleet, if thereís snow, if thereís ice, then - Itís my way. Like from the plague, from my own self I ran. The rumors flew - my plane flew even faster. I spent my first three days in Magadan Plastered! But I saw the bay of Nagaisk, and The highways... If thereís sleet, if thereís snow, if thereís ice, then - Itís my way. I didnít give my enemies a chance, I didnít slit my wrists or have a seizure. I simply told myself, "Thereís Magadan. Be there!" Then I saw the bay of Nagaisk, and The highways... If thereís sleet, if thereís snow, if thereís ice, then - Itís my way. I couldíve stayed at home, as I had planned, While keeping all my girlfriends here from straying. Instead, I flew away to Magadan, Saying: "I will see the bay of Nagaisk, and The highways... If thereís sleet, if thereís snow, if thereís ice, then - Itís my way." I knew that Iíd get frostbite, not a tan; I knew my wallet, too, would suffer badly. But still, I chose to fly to Magadan, Gladly! And I gazed at the bay, at the slopes, at The highways... Youíve not seen them? Then youíre a dope, thatís What I say.
© Serge Elnitsky. Translation, 2003