Translated by Alexei Markov
I’ll take my dusty, I’ll take my rusty
The clear sky projects no sorrow
Who has been turning meters
Don’t miss out a second
Old and ramshackle bike
I’ll push my way through the morning meadow dew
I will forget my bad night-time dreams, being
A teenager-like
Follow me, you!
Just inebriating light
Don’t awake, don’t push, don’t scare
The moment when the slanting beams of light
Race on the soggy grass
Follow me there!
Drawn on the land like lines
Feeling no more fatigue, enjoying the ride?
Who has been dusting, who has been rushing, accelerating downhill?
A childhood of mine!
Don’t reject the time
Don’t waste up all these great moments in vain!
I wanna be able to get on the saddle in case I feel
Nostalgic again.
Rain!
