Natalya K.
Others sleep and dream more,
And you're going off again,
Because in the family field
You're the main engine.
Wheels cheerfully shoved into Slippers
And on the move wearing a robe,
You're racing and you don't care,
That not sixteen-sixty.
Smashing obstacles and obstacles,
And then they knock merrily
Multi-size trailers
Children, husband and granddaughters.
The worries and Affairs of the bottomless river,
And you through the flames, rain and hail
You fly forward like a wind-up,
And you drag your conglomerate.
Let your composition pass the sorrows,
Let there be happiness behind your eyes,
Hold on, friend, to this speed,
Don't hit the brakes!