Gift Me the Sea

Suddenly, my 63rd Birthday came! Following a long tradition, I spend this day sailing, singing the Yu. Vizbor’s song:

” I’ll grow old sometime, the memory will wash away with time.
If there are gifts for me by that milestone –
Don’t give me the shore, give me the sea,
I’ll thank you guys for that.

I will sail on the sea, remembering my life,
Remembering my city, where my friends stayed,
Where all the streets flow into the sea like rivers
And houses, like longboats, are on the dock.

What else do I need? Yes, perhaps that’s enough.
If only the old diesel would serve flawlessly,
If only my hands would get tired on the midnight watch,
To feel again that you are still alive.

If only I would come back, famous and old,
If only the boards of the pier, passing, bent,
If only an old comrade, tired from work,
He shook my hand with a silent smile.

I’ll grow old sometime, the memory will wash away with time.
If there are gifts for me by that milestone –
Don’t give me the shore, give me the sea,
I’ll thank you guys for that.”

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