And one out many a people I do go
Along such an unknown way or road...
Where you could 'fly into the tunnel'...
Without any essential change in another...
And one out of many a people I do go
Along this gloomy and so sudden road,
And carry all my troubles and misgivings
On my back hump, grown through my living...
And ones out of many a people we do go
Along this crazy, getting old, road...
Where we could ever cry: 'AUuuuu! '
But never we would get the answers, true...
And many out of many a people do go
Along the road, where's no end, though...
From which you can't turn off, never...
And everybody jump, as in hell, their feet to care...
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In russian:
http: //www.stihi.ru/2011/12/20/6057
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem