То, что люди поют по дороге домой [To, chto ljudi pojut po doroge domoj] [English translation]

The winds blew until the last meter

I was given hard times,

However the road ends here,

Where my house begins

And when the road lay behind you

Your home will give you a smile.

Because of this people will often sing on the way home.

My engine rumbles and buzzes,

My gas is at zero,

But my car continues to fly and fly

Parallel to the ground

Between Heaven and this Earth,

I walk a straight line,

And I sing, I sing about

People on their way home. 1

If ever someday,

You decide your path is finished,

Don’t rush -

Afterall we haven’t sung with you.

Don’t finish it,

That is what people sing about on the way home.

1. This is just a weird line in English trying to translate and is even harder to interpret