Sorry, but i'm not finished it =(. And i prefear technical english. That's why may be grammar and stilistic errors
Original poem on russian
is here. Here is its translation. COMMENT PLEASE!
I NEED IN YOUR OPINION
The peoples dreams are so strange
To fly, to love, to earn big money.
Of course, my dream is in this range
-- It what I think when runnig.
So many questions we should ask
And they are not so easy...
My mother wishes me good luck --
Today I'm wery busy
To hurry? Always every day.
To find my love? This dram is gray.
And there's no better way
Than RUN untill the someone say
TO STOP
We run. We run and run and run.
We eat, then watch TV. We leave like some.
We sleep and dream, we smile and cry.
And after we should die.
This is the end of our run.
and finish of a busy life