In the kru? n? mountains

Анна Фёдоровна Котова
From the mountain on a sled –
 forgetting to breathe!
 God knows who rules.
 Farewell soul!
 She's following us like a snowstorm!
 And potholes on the flight Sochi.
 They flew off the cliff.
 Where's the top? Where's the bottom?
 And around and laughter, and screeching.
 
 One thousand nine hundred ninety four