Poems and Songs of Vladimir Vysotsky.

Vladimir Vysotsky.

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.

Haven’t returned those ones, in whom I put 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.

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, so don’t thou cry,
And bestow a warm smile upon thy steadfast capt’n.

1966.

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