Janusz Rewiński - Mój stary STAR

Dear Mr Wojciech Mann,
My heart breaks with gripe and grief:
Why there are no songs about Heniek,
That rocks his lorry into the sunset...

Some Jim with truck, riding along the trail
With Billy Halley rushing along the highway...
So please, write some melody about me,
About Heniek Starr and his Star...

My old Star wanders my country with me,
I stop at bar up the road, I'll have some scrambled eggs.
My old Star, Starachowice's wagon,
Grease on my hands, steering wheel running loose.
My old Star carries rubble in the back,
And fourth cylinder is out of order for a long time.

In the early morning the bushing* broke down,
And in the evening - clutch and shaft was cracked,
Going uphill i broke off the exhaust pipe,
Riding downhill, I was swerving with emergency brake on...

"Nazywam się Heniek Starr, Starr Henryk
I moją profesją jest transportowanie produktów dla pieniędzy,
Ale Ty, autostopujący, usłysz mnie,
Jesteś moim przyjacielem i biorę Cię za nic.**"

One day, the drunken lineman closed boom barriers - bars, railway tracks, and me in the middle of it...
I hardly made it, I broke the lamps,
Boom barrier broke, and it was a foggy day...

My old Star was on guard whole night,
Although the time was passing, it defended the other cars...
My old Star went away at dawn,
There were no fender - benders, and lineman was still sleping!
My old Star still goes on, rain or shine
It's worth singing about, too./x2

Whereas in the evening - to the base, like in the silent port -
We'll dock together.
Starr Heniek and his old Star 25 -
Two STARS of Polish road transport!!!

My old Star still goes on, rain or shine
Sure it's worth singing about, too./x4

*Bushing - po polsku panewka - część łożyska ślizgowego, w której obraca się czop wału (za: Wikipedia)

**Wiem, jak strasznie to brzmi - chciałem tylko oddać to, jak ten fragment kaleczy język angielski (celowy zabieg satyryka). Powinno to brzmieć mniej więcej tak:
"My name is Heniek Starr, Starr Henryk,
And my profession is transporting cargo for money,
But You, hitch-hiker, listen to me,
You are my friend, so You ride for free."