The Misty Distance

With the wind, the waves are playing, throwing themselves wide,
The noisy surf is beating on the shore, with the tide.
And in my heart again, a restlessness appears:
The sea has not forgotten you, it still holds you near,
As the Siren sweetly calls you once again, it's clear,
To that misty distance and tropical heat, far and near.

What does our memory keep in its depths, deep inside?
The cries of gulls and the stormy rolls of the tide,
The pain and tears of our Fate's partings, which we tried,
The waiting for meetings and hot embraces, open wide,
And after — the bitter aftertaste of pirate rum, applied
From anxious dawns and tired sunsets, side by side.

Wind and bright Sun — the open sea, so vast and free,
Here there are no customs, no borders, you see.
Here they live by very special laws, it's true:
Here the most precious thing is learned — Life, in its hue!
Everything in our life has its own appointed time,
Someone in the fierce storm will lie on the bottom, in its prime,
And someone will search for their sand for a long, long time...