Евгений Маргулис
Телега translation of lyrics

English translation of Телега by Евгений Маргулис
Blue sky, expanse of fields,
All life is a cart, I ride in it.
Around the potholes, around the field,
And my horse is weak
Carry me
Where I'm not.
Poles count all the way,
I don't know where to turn.
My poor horse has a cold,
Knocks feet,
Lagging, just spare no effort.
Too hardly my horse carries me,
I'm tired of feeding my horse.
I hate fate its,
And what you see - about that I sing.
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