A Tourist Song, Yuri Kukin / Туристская, Юрий Кукин (subs by V. Chetin)

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You keep saying that I should stay,
That I wander no more again,
That at sunrises and sunsets,
Through a window, I stare.
And me, I long for wayfaring,
And itineraries, daring,
And a song, on my way, as well
Is essential like air.

Not to dope square meters out,
But to mete kilometers out.
Cold and rain, heat and midges are
Quite a trifle as well.
And to grow weary from fatigue
Rather than from senility,
And to miss all them left behind,
Never pitying myself.

Forest Venus-like, let a fir
Lash its bough against the nerves.
Let the sky, not a gallery,
Feature colors and hues.
Better savors of forest land,
Than a stuffy apartment
Better have a sleeve burnt in fire
Than a life in saloons.

And you are harping that I should stay,
That I wander no more again,
That at sunrises and sunsets,
Through a window, I stare.
And me, I long for wayfaring,
And itineraries, daring,
And besides, on my way, a song
Is essential like air.