Kiskot [English translation]

Rails carry the mind

and rails write

rails create a rhytm

and the rhytm catches

rails along an arm

towards a station

on the station the hardest

is to remove the rails

I want to grown

I want to change

I want to remember my roots

me, but not to stuck

on my place, thinking

that what could be

there behind the corner

and that's why I want to go away

Is beautiful, is beautiful

beautiful is my youth

and a beautiful memory remains

Rails carry the mind

and rails write

rails create a rhytm

and the rhytm catches

rails along an arm

towards a station

on the station the hardest

is to remove the rails

Is beautiful, is beautiful

beautiful is my youth

and a beautiful memory remains

A beautiful memory of a city

I can't lose

what once

I understood and hunted

that the rails do travel

but I travel anyhow

Is beautiful, is beautiful

beautiful is my youth

and a beautiful memory remains