Neither vagrants, nor drunks

around the table of the seven seas,

Sing, sing the praises of my woman!

Sing, sing the praises of my woman!

Look into her eyes 

as though they are your salvation

Compare her, compare her to a shore on the horizon

Compare her, compare her to a shore on the horizon

We are earthlier than earthlings, to hell with fables about gods

We simply carry in winged flight

what others carry around in their arms (“carry in your arms” is a common russian expression)

We simply carry in winged flight

what others carry around in their arms 

You just need to put your trust completely,

In those blue lighthouses [her eyes]

Then the long awaited shore 

Will emerge from the fog to meet us.

Then the long awaited shore 

Will emerge from the fog to meet us.

Neither vagrants, nor drunks

around the table of the seven seas,

Sing, sing the praises of my woman!

Sing, sing the praises of my woman!