About men s imagination features on a busy highway

(перевод песни Екатерины Яшниковой "Об особенностях воображения мужского населения на оживлённой автостраде")


Little clouds shaped like lovely titties
Are on their trip above the highway,
Little clouds, careless and pretty,
Are observed there by the driver Ivan.

Ivan thinks: "So what a perfect likeness!
Left one even looks a little smaller..."
Ivan feels both loneliness and lightness
Staring at the beauty flying over.

Tits are also gazing through the window,
Playfully rotating in the air,
Soul-touching, flirty looking into...
Damn it all! I don't really care!

Well, I do, do really, to be honest,
Whish I touched them with my hand so tender,
So whippy, peachy, so hottest,
What a feeling, what a sweet surrender!

Just the clouds taking their travel...
Shame on my insane imagination,
Could I look at them and see a camel?
No, there's no other variations!

"I'm the only one to see them hover,
Only me and really that is plenty" -
Ivan thinks, but slightly down the road
Tits are recognized by Innokenty,

There are also Vsevolod in Uber
And Anton Olegovich the trucker
Totally bewitched by something super
Caused a traffic jam at once and stuck in.

Little clouds shaped like lovely titties
Dominating highway like a crow,
Little clouds shaped like perky titties
Stopped the traffic on the road below,

Any movement there is almost frozen,
Charmed silence, no word around,
Little clouds blushed like a rose
Quickly ran away toward the sundown.

* * *
It's a song with no any moral,
No lesson you should think about,
Just a habit that is nice to follow:
Hold your head up high to see the clouds!