It is all my fault - my eyes are wet
I’m groaning loud
I got in a track of someone else
So deep and round

I always used to pick my goals
Choose for myself
And now, I am down this track alone
And can’t escape

The edges are so smooth and steep
This track won’t let me out of it

All who cut it - I’m cursing them bad
Soon, my patience, sure will snap,
I’m declining this word like a school chap
What’s the track, what’s the heck, fucking track...

Why can not I put with that
I am a cheeky lad
Conditions down in a track
Are far from bad

No hitting, pushing up the wall
You can’t complain!
You Want to move ahead of all
Of course, you can!

There is plenty to drink and to eat
In this cozy nice track down here

And I was quick at convincing myself:
I’m not the only one to get trapped
Move ahead! Trust your will to the wheel!
And you’ll get to wherever all will!

But someone shouted out of sense:
- Now let me pass! -
And started arguing with the track
On a sheer chance

In such a dispute he burned out
The heat his soul once had
Completely screwed up
all his steel inserts and valves

But yet he crumbled and crushed the track sides
And the track then became a bit more wide

But his trace now is lost and his pitch
They are dragging him out to the ditch,
So he can’t hold us guys, at the back
Driving by in someone else’s track

I got a problem just as all:
The starter stuck.
Now I am not driving any more
It’s really tough!

It used to be - just push, get out,
I don’t feel apt
But maybe someone will drive by -
And pull my way...

It is in vain that I am waiting for help
This is got to be some stranger’s track.

wish I could spit back all rye and clay
Quit the track and then go my own way
And by deepening it from my side
I killed hopes for all those behind

And I broke out in cold sweat
Right To the bone,
I walked a little bit ahead
By a wooden board

I saw the edge was washed away
By streams in Spring,
There is a way out from the track -
Salvation here!

My tires spit all dirt and clay
and a bit by bit - I’ll get away

All you, rear! Repeat what I do!
And this means that you can’t follow on,
The track is only for me, don’t be fooled!
You should find you a track of your own