The car race is a wonderful dream,
Many praises to the unwary traveller.
Potato is eaten on the straight trail,
Monsters are bashing and cruel.
My hose is my weapon of choice,
The sands are open to me for their earth.
Let school be ships for the birth,
Sailing on a journey of the unions,
Like a travelling boat of wonders.
Ceaselessly a boat enjoys the weather
Of your choice, like the car race we
See in absolute health and wonder.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
we have nascar in usa ////////