Pushkin
I envy you, the brave boatman of the sea,
spending your life under the sail shadow and in the storm!
maybe you should have reached a peaceful harbor-
you should have enjoyed that happy peace?
but the waves of temptation keep calling you.
Ah, give me your hand-our hearts are full of the same passion
Let's leave this aging Europa coast,
to chase the distant sky and distant foreign land;
I'm tired of this land,
I long for another nature,
Bless you, free ocean!
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