The highway goes to infinity,
Above, the wires moan faintly.
It was so careless of them to start this way,
To follow this endless road.
The rusty millstone of the Earth
Is turned and turned with the waves of
Time,
And slowly days and years pass
Into the darkness of millennia.
We want to break the bonds of time,
To throw off the yoke of aeons,
To bring the new to this old world,
To be the new – but how?...
We want to break the bonds of time,
To throw down its heavy chains,
To stop the race of the endless road,
The race of joyless, aimless days.
The seconds chime like a metronome,
They measure every step of yours.
How can you change this endless rhythm,
These laws of the merciless Тime?
The race of the road under the feet
Will never stop, will never end,
And, like the wires, being not aware,
We follow it. Tell – why? Tell – where?...