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: "It’s 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