There were no hairpin turns, but
The road is not always smooth.
There are holes and patches of unpaved stone.
And times I feel like I'll fall out of the car—
But I've held on,
Clenching the seatbelt intensely,
Gritting my teeth and letting you drive,
Never forgetting where you've taken me.
If you want my advice, Mother, get out of the car!
Because you don't know where you're going
And I don't want to know!
My destiny is not on the map in the glove compartment.
I set out on this tour with you,
Now I grasp the wheel.
I'll take my own route, thank you,
Life with you is one straight away street.