Bulat Okudzhava

        (Trabslated by Alec  Vagapov)

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You're not drunkards, you're not vagrants,

round the table of seven seas,   

sing the praises, sing the praises   

to my woman, if you please!   

Look at her as if she were   

your salvation in sea storms,   

you compare her, you compare her   

with a shore that's very close.     

We are earthly, don't you tell us   

Tales of gods, they're are not for us!   

We just carry on wings of ours   

what you carry in your arms.     

You just ought to put your trust in   

the blue lighthouse on the rock,   

then the shore, all over sudden,   

will emerge out of the fog.