Gennady Shpalikov
There`s time when all is well and even fine...

There`s time when all is well and even fine,
But why it`s so you can`t explain,
Maybe by reason of the rain,
The proper summer rain.

The glimpse of a familiar face in crowd,
A stranger`s riant eyes,
Inside of which there runs the Garden Ring,
Inside of which there shines the Garden Ring
And summer thunderstorm.

I like to stroll along the Moscow streets,
But I can travel far and wide
And cover the Pacific`s paths,
The taiga, Arctic ice.

I`ll hoist my sails because the wind is fair,
With whom I don`t still know,
But if I feel homesick no matter where,
I `ll try and find a violet, I can swear,
And think of Moscow`s jaunts.

Translated by Henri Henri