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Farewell II

Mikhail Scherbakov
  Last night, and today, and tomorrow, and after - almost unnoticed
  Always unchanging, almost unstarted, time runs out.
  Ships float away, almost without waiting for a good wind.
  To far shores they sail, almost without looking for a favourable course.

  They disappear, become a fairy tale, become dust.
  But for a long time I can still see through the mist their white wings.

  Last night, and today, and tomorrow, and after, for as long as life lives,
  To the blue sky, to the very edge, to the sacred goal,
  Always unchanging, whither - unknown, for as long as sails sail,
  Sail, sail!.. And I wish you a fair journey, with a wayward wind!

  And may trouble pass you by most often, and the storms spare you,
  And may your wings fly the higher, and glow white the brighter.

  I and you met as guests of some strange time,
  And now between us are customs, vows, laws, taboos...
  We were alien, we became friends... May the wind be fair!
  And may the cruel storms, undersea rocks and other trouble pass you by!

  Sail, sail, and may nothing be left in debt.
  We were friends, we became alien... Fair journey!

  And let time come between us, and even - different beliefs.
  But somewhere in the fog, in that mist where the sky meets the sea,
  It may be, one time, suddenly, when the waited-for fair wind comes,
  By strange laws, those that are eternal, we will meet once more, we will see each other soon...
  We will meet with you, we have been alien, we have been friends... Fair journey!
  Sail, sail, we will become different, we will meet you... Fair wind!..



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