Andrey Makarevich. What people sing on the way home (№ 291537)

Blowing winds, and the last meters I was hard.
But the road ends where the house begins.
And when the path is already behind you,
Smile your sweet home, -
From people often sing on the way home.
My engine rumbles and smokes,
My gasoline is at zero,
But the car flies and flies
Parallel to the ground.
Between the sky and the land
I go on a short straight
And sing what the people sing on the way home.