Yury Iosifovich Vizbor. (№ 307979)

There is no wiser and more beautiful means of anxiety,
Than a night song of tyres.
Long gray threads of worn-out roads
Darn wounds of the soul.
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The two ends there is a road, but don't lie to yourself -
We back is impossible.
Thank God, my buddy, we have enemies,
So, there are probably friends.
Do not believe the separation, old friend, their lap -
Just a dream by God.
Another day goes by, my friend
You believe in the road.
No road endings, but it is the result:
The road is difficult, but worse without roads.