Сидя на белой полосе

I asked what was happening to me ,
And I do not know what to say in response .
Most likely - just nothing .
Changes in any nelly , no.

Me right , not bad live ,
Although I do not live like everyone else.
I dwell comfortably in the middle of the road,
Sitting on the white stripe .

Car overtakes the car ,
And everyone rushes for .
All sell something , buy something all ,
Constantly arguing over nothing .

And I meet the sunrise and see the sunset .
I see the world in all its glory .
I like to live in the middle of the road,
Sitting on the white stripe .

I would like to become a river , beautiful river.
And flow wherever I want.
It may seem strange ,
But believe me - I'm not kidding .

But I'm a city kid ,
A river here dressed in granite.
I love nature , but more to my liking
Urban view .

I have nothing against that ,
To run barefoot in the dew .
But I live here , breathing in vapors of gasoline,
Sitting on the white stripe .

I would like to be a garden , a beautiful garden ,
And grow as much as I want .
It may sound funny,
But believe me - I'm not kidding .

But each has its own garden gardener
His work - weeding and cutting .
Work fine and even safe
But difficult to achieve the desired .

And I'm happy with any weather,
I'm happy the sun, and I'm glad storm.
And I live the way I live ,
Sitting on the white stripe .

Available to me all your haste ,
I do not understand your excitement .
I see no reason to fuss .
I do not know why I go into a rage .

And I'm going to live here forever,
And no - so to rest in the Lord . Right here ?
Right here! On this very spot -
Sitting on the white stripe .