| And again the masts float, | 
| Emerge from the white mist | 
| And again music in coffee houses | 
| And on the ribbons of the sailors anchors | 
| And again the wind of distant wanderings | 
| For a boy, like greetings from Magellan | 
| Through years and seas, through years and seas | 
| Through the years, countries and seas. | 
| I will not remember something in years, in years | 
| But it has become attached and calls from afar | 
| And steamboats, steamboats are sailing to me from childhood | 
| Snow-white steamboats float like clouds. | 
| And steamboats, steamboats are sailing to me from childhood | 
| Snow-white steamboats float like clouds. | 
| And the chestnuts are roasting again | 
| And the beauties all wave their hands to me | 
| And again they are all cunning | 
| Giving me strange hopes | 
| And again they all leave | 
| Forgetting me, they leave with the sailors | 
| Through years and seas, through years and seas | 
| Through the years, countries and seas. | 
| I will not remember something in years, in years | 
| But it has become attached and calls from afar | 
| And steamboats, steamboats are sailing to me from childhood | 
| Snow-white steamboats float like clouds. | 
| And steamboats, steamboats are sailing to me from childhood | 
| Snow-white steamboats float like clouds. | 
| And steamboats, steamboats are sailing to me from childhood | 
| Snow-white steamboats float like clouds. |