Song of the experienced sailor


The ships went, happened, in swimming,
For all seas and wandered shtormoval,
In any port to any overseas visited the harbor,
Overall a very homesick clear
Overall I longed for home.

Bananas are eaten, drank coffee in Martinique,
I smoked tobacco in Istanbul evil,
In Cairo, I chewed, brother, dates of boredom,
They are in the opinion of my bitter,
They are far from the homeland is bitter.

No, not for me the beauty in a strange little window,
In foreign ports, I wandered for many days,
But I did not leave the soul there is not tithe,
It is for Nastia, Nastya mine,
It is for my sweet Nastya.

Well when I finished swimming far,
Then kissed the granite quays,
In his native Crimea and Vladivostok I
Ah, the Kuril Islands, the distant,
On our most distant islands. 1953