HOPE

The unknown star is shining bright,
We are cut off from our homes again,
Cities lie between us one more time,
Takeoff lights of airfields are beaming.
We are having here fogs and rains,
We are having here cold and dull dawns,
Here on the unexplored path
Intricate plots are in store for all us.

My hope is my compass on earth,
Luck — a proper reward for my courage,
As to a song there’s enough only one
If only it’s a song of our sweet home.

Please, believe that here, from afar,
Many things are seen from different angles
Stormy clouds are melting very fast,
Feelings of resentment seem so stupid.
One just have to learn how to await,
How to be dead calm and even stubborn
So that to receive at least sometimes
Joyful telegrams from a strict life.

My hope is my compass on earth,
Luck — a proper reward for my courage,
As to a song there’s enough only one
If only it’s a song of our sweet home.

And we cannot really forget
Everything that we once did not finish,
Those so tired dear eyes of yours
And severe blizzards of our Moscow.
Cities lie between us one more time,
Life again divides us, as before,
The unknown star is shining bright
Like a stone memorial to my hope.

My hope is my compass on earth,
Luck — a proper reward for our courage,

As to a song there’s enough only one
If only it’s a song of our sweet home.