Vladimir Vysotsky. Service to the Elements.

A Farewell.

Having stayed for a while, ships put out to sea.
Afterward they return even through heavy storms.
Dear, don’t thou cry, nothing will happen to me—
In about six months, I’ll as ever return.

But will never return those in whom I put trust—
They were thy, O Sea, true and honorable sailors.
At some times, I get dreams of what was in the past,
And I’m sailing again with my very old fellows.

I stand on in belief that will come such a time,
When the burning of ships isn’t life’s necessary pattern.
I’ll for certain return, there’s no reason to cry,
It’s much better to smile at thy single-hearted capt’n.


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