My life: my past,
My future and my present
Like a city bus
Which is riding all around...
And someone drives
This bus in any weather,
All day, all night.
You hear the engine's sound.
And here I am.
I'm sitting on the seat,
And in my hand
I keep extremely tight
A little red
Especially happy-ticket,
Believing that
It will be a great ride.
My life: my past,
My future and my present
Like a city bus
Which is riding all around...
Here is my trust.
That's yours. Let's ride together
Through snow and dust.
We'll make our way astound.
За помощь в грамматике и переводе спасибо Parth Jerath.