Horse races - A. Makarevitch

   
The start is taken so it cannot be retry,
The horses, racing in a circle, almost fly,
Once again I lost the only chance to turn,
I drive a horse that is not mine, and mine has gone.
All the races of today have reason when   
Everybody bet on horses, not on men.
Why this time, this gloomy time when pain don’t pass,
Our horses can not easily find us.

Everything would be not as you see,
If you aren’t yourself your enemy,
No one tries to own another person's sleigh.
It would be as if you dreaming on,
Everybody would be a champion,
If he always choose a horse to take away.

In the past I was so lucky with a horse,
But the luckiness is changeable, of course,
When a lucky chance is no more on my side,
Another one will take my own horse to ride.

Everything would be not as you see,
If you aren’t yourself your enemy,
No one tries to own another person's sleigh.
It would be as if you dreaming on,
Everybody would be a champion,
If he always choose a horse to take away.