From the bar, they go
Through the blowing snow
Topping the knoll
Abruptly losing control
Traction lost, swerving to the right
Unable to correct, much to their fright
Careening over the hill
Fighting with all his will
Slamming into a tree
Stopping, so suddenly
Shattering glass, airbag's blast
Going to fast, he's breathed his last
Flying through the air
No seatbelt did he wear
Motionless, lying on the ground
Darkening snow all around
Encased in the twisted metal, slumped in her seat
Body broken, life complete
Journey over, end of the trail
Too soon it's gone, this life so frail
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I would like to translate this poem
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