Гонка [Gonka] [English translation]

In the cruel race, cars get crumpled like canned food

Who will be the best, who will get there first?

We're going so fast that sixty isn't even fast yet,

So now someone's death is just a piece of news.

Yellow just turned to red - gum is already screeching.

I can't picture life without gasoline.

But no matter how I rushed, wherever I drove to,

I always got there very late.

I know that I won't be the best,

Because somewhere it's sweeter, greener and richer.

My neighbour lives a freer and wealthier life,

Next to him, I'm a complete failure.

But if I press and try hard,

I'll catch up with you - we'll be able to compete.

Slaving away without sleep, rest or lunch...

Wait, wait, wait! Where am I going?

I got tormented by an idea:

Where am I rushing to? Who and where am I?

I got up in the middle and the emergency lights started blinking,

I need to start everything differently from the beginning!

I got tormented by an idea:

Where am I rushing to? Who and where am I?

I got up in the middle and the emergency lights started blinking,

I need to start everything differently from the beginning!

Differently and from the beginning, differently and from the beginning.

Differently and from the beginning!

• Artist:Lumen
• Album:Мир (2009)