It is all my fault - my eyes are wet
Iím groaning loud
I got in a track of someone else
So deep and round
I always used to pick my goals
Choose for myself
And now, I am down this track alone
And canít escape
The edges are so smooth and steep
This track wonít let me out of it
All who cut it - Iím cursing them bad
Soon, my patience, sure will snap,
Iím declining this word like a school chap
Whatís the track, whatís the heck, fucking track...
Why can not I put with that
I am a cheeky lad
Conditions down in a track
Are far from bad
No hitting, pushing up the wall
You canít complain!
You Want to move ahead of all
Of course, you can!
There is plenty to drink and to eat
In this cozy nice track down here
And I was quick at convincing myself:
Iím not the only one to get trapped
Move ahead! Trust your will to the wheel!
And youíll get to wherever all will!
But someone shouted out of sense:
- Now let me pass! -
And started arguing with the track
On a sheer chance
In such a dispute he burned out
The heat his soul once had
Completely screwed up
all his steel inserts and valves
But yet he crumbled and crushed the track sides
And the track then became a bit more wide
But his trace now is lost and his pitch
They are dragging him out to the ditch,
So he canít hold us guys, at the back
Driving by in someone elseís track
I got a problem just as all:
The starter stuck.
Now I am not driving any more
Itís really tough!
It used to be - just push, get out,
I donít feel apt
But maybe someone will drive by -
And pull my way...
It is in vain that I am waiting for help
This is got to be some strangerís track.
wish I could spit back all rye and clay
Quit the track and then go my own way
And by deepening it from my side
I killed hopes for all those behind
And I broke out in cold sweat
Right To the bone,
I walked a little bit ahead
By a wooden board
I saw the edge was washed away
By streams in Spring,
There is a way out from the track -
My tires spit all dirt and clay
and a bit by bit - Iíll get away
All you, rear! Repeat what I do!
And this means that you canít follow on,
The track is only for me, donít be fooled!
You should find you a track of your own