Я ни разу за морем не был [Ya ni razu za morem ne byl] [English translation]

I've never been overseas

A habitual thought is soothing my heart

There is the same blue sky

And the same difficult life

Maybe there is more fun and more richly

Brighter colors and the summer much warm,

But the same they are crying from sorrow,

Just as in the throes they are giving birth to a child

Maybe I can't quite undrestand

Evident benefits of secret betrayals.

For some reasons I often chuck away

When get nothing, to return.

For what of a new welfare,

Freedom for the free. Heaven for rescued

They're still running in playing a roamers

Blindly, pilgrims is carrying his path

What was planed, done and completed.

Give up everything with notning to mourn.

But somewhere the Homeland is ending,

If the Homeland is what do you have.

Take a parting look and here it is,

Alien soil is under your feet

Either birds that are leaving their homes,

Or the rats that are fleeing the ship.