You may find it strange that beauty is fleeting And we’re missing the scenery, fully engrossed, However, we’re losing just minutes while speeding, While standing in terminals, - hours are lost. Sending the car into gallop, we rave, - We are flying around the bend!... And our wheels will lead some of us into the grave, While for others, they’re - means to an end. These people are wild, unruly and frantic: All covered with dust, but always intent!... However, we’re spending just pennies while standing, While racing each other, - dollars are spent. Sending the car into gallop, we rave, - We are flying around the bend!... And our wheels will lead some of us into the grave, While for others, they’re - means to an end.
© Andrey Kneller. Translation, ?