Текст песни Александр Дольский - Возвращение Одиссея

Spreading I branch views
and words like leaves rustling.
I go where I will be happy,
but do not hurry to meet me,
and not put on the table snacks,
and nelyut gi wine, no speeches,
and meet there artlessly,
like rooks in early spring.
Too long have I wandered somewhere
and I needed, but not nice.
There I threw strange summer,
there - his spring not forgotten.
There I argued that it is clear,
and I did not believe the words of the children ...
I was a sinner, a saint and a different,
stuck in the ways networks.
I go back a long time it is time -
not find anyway Fleece.
Where is my island? They will be happy,
Where is my island? Or window ...
I'll be a long time to stand at the door
at its last rain.
I do not believe, no, I do not believe,
that I was there no one waiting.
The gray-white clouds of geese.
Ithaca, Ithaca, I'm your Odyssey.

1956