Vladimir Vysotsky. Serving the Elements.

ATranslated by Akbar Muhammad. 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 won’t ever return those who got my full 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.

Yet I want to believe there 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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