Know for sure, there are climes,May you go look around, try to find them.There's such soil out there,there's such grass out there,woods in those lands are likein no memory, chum, anywhere.In them climes, in lagoons,water's pure holy dew,Stars like diamonds are glimmeringand falling down in the mountains.I would leave for them climes,if I could book a ticket due there.And the ticket is worthjust a song and a couple of coppers,but it cannot be found,but it cannot be booked,may you ask booking offices for itas hard as you can.Heard a passenger sayhe was going that way but, unfortunately,railway switch had been broken,And another related а storyabout a chance cab.I've long studied a greatdeal of both short and mediumand distant trip time-tables,Only they are all wrong,both couchette and roomette;And there are always traveling ticketsin various ports;Yet in all of them portsand at various posts,for some reason, I've gotno acquaintance,'Cause, it may be, all minehave settled down in them beautiful points.And since now I have gotneither peace nor repose any longer,as to how to get there,as to how to fly there,and whoever can help me or elsemake me wholly informedof the places that are stilluncharted, from Brest to Nakhodka,of the places where Ihave got badly to get, after all.Know for sure, there are climes,May you go look around, try to find them.There's such soil out there,there's such grass out there,woods in those lands are likein no memory, chum, anywhere.In them climes, in lagoons,water's pure holy dew,Stars like diamonds are glimmeringand falling down in the mountains.I will leave for them climes,if I can book a ticket due there.