My envelope, youíve traveled for so long, The last lines were somehow forgotten. But thatís why they call it the Far East, Because it lies very far in the east. Youíre waiting impatiently for an answer, Pleasant news in few words. Here we meet the dawns Eight hours earlier than you. Here the ships roar till morning Amidst the noise of the ocean. They donít call it Pacific Because itís quiet and peaceful. Youíre waiting impatiently for an answer, Pleasant news in few words. Here we meet the dawns Eight hours earlier than you. You shouldnít be scared of stories, As though this is the earthís edge. Sakhalin is behind us, and then Our round beautiful planet. Youíre waiting impatiently for an answer, Pleasant news in few words. Here we meet the dawns Eight hours earlier than you. What should we say? Of course, itís not heaven. But itís difficult to write the letters. You know, my dear, you should come here; The Far East is not so far away. Soon youíll receive an answer - Pleasant news in few words. Together weíll meet the dawns, Only eight hours earlier.
© Nathan Mer. Translation, 1991