I wanna write a poem
About hitchhiking.
Saturated with a road dust.
Disliking
Sitting at one place
I'm off to be
Somewhere else.
- Where are you going?
- Kharkiv.
- You're standing here
like strikers. I'll take
you up to Jagotin.
Are you hitchhikers?
And then we talk
The first, the last time
In our lives.
About relatives, books,
Politics, forecast.
There is a big contrast
Between us.
I gotta tell you, man,
All of the wind and dust
Are not a snag for us.
My huge, devoted love
For roads.. And you
Don't take me as a reveller.
'Cause if you ask me
Who i am
The answer will be -
I'm a traveller.