The people are walking along the furrow,
There seems to be more fun and comfortable,
And I'm waist-deep in mud and water
To my dream delirious, to my star,
That will fall from heaven into my palms.
And let them now laugh at me
Walking the beaten path,
Unbeknownst to them, the poor, the path is different -
Only in a straight line, and only in a straight line
Thoughtlessly, safely, monotonously.
And I go where it is swampy and dark,
And the midges fly into the eyes and ears.
I will stumble a little,
And I will fall to the bottom, With my dream,
I will disappear together,
But - Another jerk and I'm already on land.
The people are walking along the furrow;
Wine is a river, and no one drowns,
But they are led, meek, in check,
And I found my way,
Where my star flies to me in the palm of my hand!
