Koń Wyścigowy [English translation]

In moments starts a million-dollar race

-At last, it is my day today!

Hoarse speakers spit: Black Horse, red jockey.

-that’s my jockey and Black horse - it is I!

Not on me trained the spectator’s eyes,

on me nobody placed bets, they wrote ill,

But I know, that in gallop I can haste

And that victory is destined just to me!

Go! Ahead opens up the track’s tunnel,

ahead I burst, the wind squeezes out tears.

The jockey in stirrups stands, whips like hell!

On black fur grow the first bloody streaks.

I know how to run! Hooves tear new tracks in the runway

Obstacles I cut through without noticing

Ah, how I would run! - without the saddle and rein,

that hold me back from my destiny!

What do I care about the audience's wild screams!

What do I care about my jockey - the red dwarf?!

I run here for myself, not by anyone’s grace,

and what I’m made of I’m going to show you all right now!

Lost behind all the standards, faces, emblems,

I feel the track, only the track, and rhythm of hooves,

so I shrug - the jockey flies off the saddle

and in the mouth I lose the salty taste of curb!

I haste ahead, what to me disqualification -

the stable loses, the jockey, and audience - but not me!

Nobody can threaten me - for me this ovation,

but the finish line doesn’t end the run - or day!

So I run, not knowing - if it’s me or not,

they shout has gone insane - it’s their thing!

I can do anything! - without the jockey!

and once and for all rid of the saddle, curb and whip