Someone else's rut (Vladimir Vysockiy / Владимир Высоцкий)

Ещё одна песня Высоцкого на английском языке. На этот раз - "Чужая колея". Для составления английского варианта использовался сайт www.wysotsky.com.

No one’s to blame for what I got,
I moan and weep, -
I ended up in someone’s rut,
It’s long and deep.

I used to pick and choose my goals,
I felt so proud,
And in this rut, it’s just no go -
no getting out.

The verges of this well-trodden rut
Are steep and slippery with mud.

I curse those who laid out this path.
Soon my patience will burst into wrath.
I’m declining the noun, like a nut:
"Of the rut, to the rut, by the rut..."

Why can not I put up with that?
I am a cheeky lad.
Conditions down in a rut
Are far from bad.

No one will caught your car or hit,
So don’t complain.
You even mayst increase your speed.
Of course, you can!

There’s no denial in chow and sup,
While going forth within this cozy rut.

And I was quick at convincing myself:
I’m not the only one to get trapped.
Carry on, chum, a wheel in a wheel!
And you’ll get right where all ever will.

Here someone gave a loud shout,
“Make way, you there!”
And started struggling with the rut,
a crazy bear.

But quarrels drained his soul's warmth
a bit too fast.
And all the bearings, pins and valves
went swiftly bust.

He warped the edges in this row.
The rut has widened out some more.

But his track was abruptly cut short - 
They dragged this crazy bear off the road,
For no one has the right to obstruct
The hard traffic in someone else's rut.

Now I've got troubles with the clutch.
The engine stalled.
Now it’s like lurching in the sludge
without a hold.

It takes a push, but I still can't.
I look around.
Perhaps, behind me, there’s a friend
Who'll hook me out.

But in the help I can’t put trust,
Because it’s someone else’s rut.

Oh I wish I could spit mud and clay
With this rut that not mine anyway!
Since I deepened it all by myself
Those behind have no hopes left.

I’m getting cold from chilly sweat
Down to the bones,
And then I walk a bit ahead
Along a board.

Thaw streams had washed the edge away.
The exit gapes.
Must be my very lucky day!
It’s my escape!

My tires spit with dirt and mud
Back into someone else's unfriendly rut.

Hey you, going behind, act like me!
That’s, don’t follow the driveway I’m on.
This new rut belongs only to me.
You, get out by the ruts of your own!

The origianl song in Russian: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CfNtT8-aG-Q