You tremble involuntarily at the terrible whistle
and the sound of horrible metal scripts,
you step lightly from the dusty tile,
you look around timidly with wild eyes.
You decide and go up in the strange miracle,
you enter ... seats, coupe,
it's kind of so crazy,
and you go nowhere.
Two people outside are drinking beer,
another feeds in the corner curled up,
some granny is packing,
a third opens the compartment with a kick.
Everyone has left with their rice,
and no one knows where
traveling somewhere, faces turned,
and you ... have the eyes of a child ...
You look at the world, and outside, through the glass,
there are countless paintings,
life is rushing past you
and there is no minute of rest.
They pass the stations one by one,
and the train is still traveling,
you look in the glass and you barely see
how old age shakes hands with you.
And here comes the "conductor",
and you have no money, no ticket,
because you really don't know
you have never heard of such a murafet.
And here comes your station,
and just to enter life,
the one from the corner of someone is arguing,
and you don't want to go down.
But, time ran out, the "conductor" came in,
you hold on to the handle, you hold it tight,
if the station comes, you have to get off,
as much as you don't want it ...
He was a little kid, then a kid,
you grow up and ... you finally come down ...
Life is a train journey,
who travels to infinity ...